Black Beauty and The Cabbie.

She asked: Can I get a ride, brother?

He said: Sure, my dear lady! Where would you like to go?

She said: Where ever the wheels of the car would like to take me. I’m a free bird. Free from the whole wide world.

He said: These wheels are ready to spin round and round ma’am. Hop in!

The driver cleared his throat and started the car in a bit of a daze. He stared at this beautiful woman sitting behind through the rear view mirror. She was young, bold and beautiful. She had Audrey Hepburn’s eyes – dainty, dreamy, and delicate. Her hair was like Repunzel’s – long, wavy, and blonde. She wore a glamorous red lipstick that attracted all his nerves towards her. Her dressing style was impeccable, she fit into a perfect black outfit that kissed her skin and showed off her cleavage and her toned body. He named her ‘Black Beauty’. She resembled Betty Boop, but looked like a goddess in reality. A goddess who had her own identity.

He asked: Miss, are you ready?

She said: Yes! Why do you think I’m sitting behind you in this yellow taxi of yours?

It was love at first sight for the cabbie. Her attitude and confidence blew him off seat. His lips went dry and his mouth was parched. His heart skipped a beat and sweat trickled down his back the minute she looked at him. She was beautiful, dangerously beautiful. There was something mysterious about her, he had to find out. He had to strike a conversation with her. So the burly driver, manned up and got all his guts together and shot the first question.

Ma’am, where would you wanna go ?

There was absolute silence.

Miss, you seem confused. I have been driving for an hour now, without a destination. Do you have a place in mind?

There was no response, yet again.

He looked through the mirror, she looked like she had gone.

Hey Black Beauty!  Are you in there ?

Intrigued by the silence, the cabbie decided pull over and check up on his guest. He opened the door and found her unconscious. He tried to get her back to consciousness but nothing revived her. She was dead, he presumed.

Hey Black Beauty, you can’t die in my car. Wake up!

The sight of the body made him shiver. Goosebumps and chills hit his brains. Shock almost paralyzed him. He began rambling and talking to himself. He had no idea what to do next. The thought of leaving or disposing the body there scared him to death. He knew reporting the scene to the police was a bad idea. Being black, the police would have framed him for the murder.

Time was running out, he had to make a decision. He couldn’t think on the busy road, so he decided to go home. He took her body along with him, hoping that she would wake up. He carried her and put her on the bed. He kept checking in to see if she would wake up, but she showed no sign.

He went into the room where she lay still and checked her for any identity or a mobile phone. He noticed that she had carried a black wallet when she entered the car; so he ran back to the car to find a clue. To his luck, there was no phone and no identity, only a few lipsticks and a few pieces of paper.

He came back home, hopeless and dejected. He plonked on his chair and fell asleep with the uncomfortable morbidity. Deep in sleep, he looked like a baby in a cradle; happy and joyful. A couple of minutes later, somewhere far away, he heard something melodious, faint and sober. She sang:

“Sing me to sleep,

Sing me to sleep,

I’m tired and I want to go to bed”.

The woman sang these three lines over and over again till it was loud and clear and till the room reverberated with the constant loop. She stood where he slept and circled around his chair to see him sleep so peacefully. She liked the feel his rough hair any his cratered cheeks. In not less than second, she she sat on his lap with one arm around his neck and one on his cheek.

Once she was comfortable, she whispered into his ears ‘I am Black Beauty, who you’re trying to awaken. You don’t have to wake me up now. I’m here by your side, forever and for always. Open your eyes, honey!’

He opened his eyes and found ‘Black Beauty’ sitting on him. The minute he saw her, she laughed just like a witch, evil and loud.

He woke up from his deep power nap and found himself soaked in sweat. He rushed  to the room to see if Black Beauty was still there. She had disappeared, the body was not where he had kept it. He stood amazed and in total bewilderment. He searched the whole house and yelled out for her, but she was nowhere. She vanished into thin air, overnight.

The cabbie was happy that she had gone and didn’t have to worry about that weird scene anymore. The uneasy and the restless feeling had left him. He came back to living in the present and he craved for an untroubled and quite slumber.

She may have created a turmoil, but as he he tried to sleep, he fondly thought of her. She came into his life like a storm and left like one. She had a dark side that he began to fall in love with and he missed her presence.

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