The Girl Who Thought Cabs Fly

She tilted her head up then laughed. It certainly didn’t sound like air playing gently with chimes. It sounded like a laugh you want to laugh with. Or laugh at. She was walking alone one sunny morning- a first for almost two straight weeks of rain. The sun beating down on her skin and her laugh filling the summer air with bubbles of joy. She twirled around once and laughed once again. She dropped on her knees laughing. Her head dropped downwards, her shoulder shaking. But one should not mistake this for laughter because tears streamed down her face as she lifted her head to face the sky.

She was wearing a vintage lace top over a pair of shorts. She seemed sane enough. Well, apart from the crying-on-her-knees-in-public part. Cars were passing her by. One actually stopped, the driver got out, tapped her on the shoulder, and asked of everything was alright. She waved him off with a smile. She wiped tears from her eyes and stood up.

All that time, there I was, standing across the street from her. I was waiting for a cab. She looked at me. I was surprised and I know I was supposed to look away but I can’t. She stared at me as if she was memorizing every little detail of my face. It was really awkward for me and I didn’t know what to do. I looked down on my shoes and thankfully, as if on cue, a cab appeared in front of me. I boarded the cab and watched the beautiful lonely girl try to capture me in her cluttered mind.

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