Taxi

As a writer I have ended up with strange snippits of things. Half finished stories and bits and pieces. So I am going to try and go through my files and find the usable chunks. Here’s a short scene. It was for a writing prompt from some time ago.

Taxi

Denise yawned as the taxi pulled away from the rank. She had changed her watch on the plane is showed 1402 but back home it was 0902. As to what time her body thought it was she couldn’t even guess.

“Good flight,” the driver asked.

“As good as they ever are,” she said, “I would have preferred to fly myself.”

“You have a private license?”

“No,” Denise said, “I’m an air force Captain.”

“Can’t place you accent,” the driver said, “Canadian?”

“Well done,” she smiled.

“Don’t give me too much credit,” the driver said, “I heard somewhere that Canadian is the safest assumption.”

“That’s the general rule,” she said, “and always assume New Zealander rather than Australian! Never given much thought to it really.”

“Well I’m Welsh,” the driver said, “I know all about that.”

“I made sure I understood that before I came.”

“Its mostly for sporting events that we get so gungho.”

“You should try a hokey match,” Denise said, “you need to know self defense for that.”

“I thought that was just for jokes.”

“Not the way I play.”

“So,” the driver said as as the light turned green, “what brings you to this green and pleasant land?”

“Wasn’t that England?”

“That’s what they want you to think.”

“To see my brother,” she said, “I was involved in a helicopter crash recently. What they say about your life passing in front of your eyes is true. After my legs healed I felt I need to heal the other kind of wound.”

“You’re Captain Taggart? I remember hearing about it on the news. You’re a hero.”

“I crashed the damn thing.”

“The way the news told it their was a mechanical failure. You saved many lives.”

“I just did what any pilot would have done.”

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I just wanted to say that I have checked this post. I really have. Unfortunately my particular combination of dyslexia and dyspraxia makes it really hard for me to spot typos. Please enjoy and I’ll try not to make too many errors.

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