August drabbles - 11
Guardian Angel (2 – Memory)
He remembered how he’d met her—or maybe her mother. She had a red suitcase and a scarf round her head. Was he a cabbie? Did he stop?
He remembered the engine’s thudding, heavy roar, and the whoosh of doors. Bus-driver, maybe. She’d been waiting with a single bag holding the secrets of her life.
“Where to?”
“Anywhere.”
“I guess I’m heading that way.”
At the end of the line he took her out to dinner, then home to Mom. And then?
Sally was coming to take him home somewhere, but he must have left his memories in the cab.
He remembered how he’d met her—or maybe her mother. She had a red suitcase and a scarf round her head. Was he a cabbie? Did he stop?
He remembered the engine’s thudding, heavy roar, and the whoosh of doors. Bus-driver, maybe. She’d been waiting with a single bag holding the secrets of her life.
“Where to?”
“Anywhere.”
“I guess I’m heading that way.”
At the end of the line he took her out to dinner, then home to Mom. And then?
Sally was coming to take him home somewhere, but he must have left his memories in the cab.
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