written in response to a task set by the wonderful students in our school creative writing group – 300 words max on the topic of THUNDER………………..not sure if this is cheating or not
yeah ,I know everyone says it and i know what you’re thinking, this is just some black cab bull shit, but we all say it, cos its true. People in a cab, well, they leave stuff, all sorts of stuff.
the usual run of things, handbags, keys, umbrellas, underwear of course, but weirder stuff too – a bag of handcuffs, 2 grams of coke [ although thinking back,that might have been the tip] and they tell you stuff – really personal stuff, things you know they’ve never told anyone else, secrets, scandals, diesel driven confessions
personally, i reckon its cos they’re talking to the back of your head, they can read any response they like, all you need to do is grunt occasionally – it’s probably cheaper than therapy and they get taken somewhere at the same time.
but this sunday, i’m driving and its all over the radio – Freddie Mercury is dead – died of AIDS, so theyre playing all his tracks and i’m singing along.
i like rock music – Quo, the Sabbath, Bruce Springsteen – real blokes who sing about real stuff, guys who look like they could do a days work, grafters – music for men.
i pick up my fare – girl, about the same age as me and just as she gets settled, Bohemian Rhapsody comes on – the album version – 15 mins of perfect rock and we both just join in
“thunder bolts and lightning, very very frightening”
” i loved him”she says
I nod ” yeah, he was great”
“no” she shakes her head, serious ” no, I really really loved him” and she smiles, but it’s like she’s close to tears
when i go to give her the change, i do something unusual, i normally just dump the shrapnel in the little slot thing, but this time, i turn right round,face her
“yeah” i say ” i really really loved him too”
its like i said – people in cabs – well, they say things they would never say anywhere else.