Just a short story to touch the mind and maybe the heart.
I am not sure of the pic that the author as attached to the story.
All my memories, gather round her
Miner’s lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong,
Shit. Sounds and images quickly dove back beneath consciousness as he looked up to see a green light glaring from above and a Pakistani cab driver mimicking its disdain from behind.
There was the briefest flash of something (alive?) inside him. A fast-motion reel of instinct and anger: shifting the transmission to park, unbuckling his belt, opening the car door to a cacophony of enraged city motorists, walking briskly back to the cab, extracting the cabby through his driver’s window–to the serenade of frantic alien chittering, and then smashing his face with a fist. Over, and over, and over. And just as imagination cocked another righteous blow, the thought evaporated…
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