Monday, June 26, 2006
Self portrait Marathon #17
a memory she was there for a wedding. The taxi cab she rode in struck and killed a child who was riding a bike. The bike, and the boy, were crushed beyond repair. The taxi driver stopped the cab, got out, and took the boy's fingerprints. He returned to the cab,. As he turned on the ignition, the woman asked him what was he going to do about the child? He told her he would stop at the next village, and leave the information with the local authorities. He said that two years before, there had been a terrible earthquake, killing tens of thousands. He said "what's one more small boy? You're here for a wedding. Celebrate the living."
The day before the wedding, the bride left under cover of darkness. All arrangements were called off. The bride didn't even say goodbye to her mother, come all that way from New York. She left her mother, her brother, her intended. She left 500 pounds of meat to spoil in the summer sun.
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2 comments:
Very interesting, Diva Jood!
Thanks, Yoga.
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