Wednesday, 1 March 2017

Short Story: Beautiful Stranger (a tale with a twist)

It was raining outside the window. We were sitting in our office. Our office is in a big room where everybody sits on a big table with their laptops and work together. That day we had to work till late in the night. The client wanted some changes in the project, so we were working on the edits. Everyone was happily working. My boss is a pretty lady and was with us all night long while we all worked. Supervising every action we took.

pic courtesy: wisgoon
The sun rose and I booked a cab for the way back home. My home is far from my office and the cab fares were skyrocketing. It showed I had to pay 800 rupees to get back to my house. I booked a pool cab thinking that the fare will be less. But, it was not. I wanted to reach home early without any hassles. I booked the cab finally.

It has been an hour since I booked my cab, but it has not arrived yet. I called the driver. A strong yet mesmerizing voice spoke on the other end. He said your cab will be there in another ten minutes. As soon as those ten minutes got over, I got a call from the driver, ‘Ma’am, your cab is here’. I packed my purse and went downstairs.

As I sat in the back seat of the cab, there was another lady sitting with her fluffy dog at the back seat. She was beautiful. She had a flawless skin and her hair was white. It looked like she got them colored white. Her left arm had tattoos engraved on it and she was wearing a white tank top. Her eyes had a star gloss. she was a beautiful stranger.

We started talking and she told me that it was her cab. So, I asked her, who is driving the car then? It was her giant Labrador who was driving the cab. I was amazed to know that! I panicked to get out of the car, but somehow the lady convinced me to not to. I stayed and we talked.

We picked up another passenger and everything seemed normal to him. As the conversation went on, the distance passed by, we talked and talked. I asked her, ‘what is your age ma’am, if you don’t mind me telling?’ She gave me an angelic smile and said, ‘I am about to turn 100 this year.’

Suddenly, I woke up with a heavy head. It was 10 in the morning and a few minutes later I realized… it was just a dream!

Written by Ashna Garg
Ashna grew up in a jazzy town (where she felt she can never fit in), did graduation in economics (where she didn’t fit either) and she writes (where she finally started to feel like she fits in)

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