The Cabbie. Part one.

[Kitosdad]

It had been one hell of a day. I'd been driving this taxi around Newcastle for fourteen hours straight, and I was beginning to feel the strain of the long day.
It was nearing midnight and I decided to grab one more fare and call it a day.

The rain, which had started a short while ago, had been a fine haze, but now it was starting to increase in volume and intensity.
The cold North-East wind, driving in from the sea, made it seem even worse.
I was about to forget my earlier decision and start heading for home when I saw her.

She stood on the corner looking all bedraggled, but she was beautiful. Her hand went up to flag me down, and I slowly drew into the kerbside.
I waited until she was settled on the back seat before I asked our destination.
"Thirty two Hutton Avenue," she replied.

Looking in the mirror my heart skipped a beat. I knew this beautiful woman from another time.
"Don't I know you?" I tentatively enquired.
She just sighed and said, "I don't think so."

We drove on in silence, but I was becoming more certain that I did know her.
Just as I was about to ask her name she glanced in the mirror and read the details on my driving licence.
She smiled a slow sad smile and said,"How are you Frankie?". It was then that I recalled who she was.....Rebecca!

"It's been some time since we last met," I said. "What have you been doing all of these years?"
"You remember Frankie, I wanted to be an actress, so I went to London and found fame and fortune, but now I've came back to my old roots and I've bought a place in Hutton Avenue."
"Have you retired from show-business then?," I asked.
"Not really, but it isn't as grand as people think it is, so I've decided to take some time away from it and have a think about my life, and just where I am going."

We continued to chat until I finally reached our destination.
It was a grand property, with manicured lawns and lofty poplars along the driveway.
I dropped her at the imposing door-front and she handed me a twenty pound note.

"Keep the change Frankie," she smiled, and entered the lavish house and closed the door behind her slowly.
Now another man might have been angry or hurt, but not me. I was a realist, and twenty pounds would keep me in cigarettes for a couple of days at least.
As I drove slowly back up the imposing driveway, I began to recall the time I had spent in the past with Rebecca.......................................

The Cabbie. Part two.
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[SkiIucK]

Certainly seems promising. :)

[Kitosdad]

Thank you Ski for your apparent interest. All comments gratefully accepted.

Bill. :)
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