Her

A droubble by mikeyjackson

She was the most adored celebrity in the world. As seen on TV, in magazines, on billboards, the lot. Me? I was just your average city taxi driver. Just one tiny speck of dust on a long-forgotten shelf.
I tried not to get too excited about the famous goddess in the back seat of my cab, but hey, I'm only human. Oh, come on, are you seriously trying to convince me you haven't got a poster of her on your wall? No way. Everybody has.
In my rear-view mirror, I studied her beauty, her splendour, her very essence. I only took my eyes off the road for a second. Big mistake.
I didn't even see it coming. Wham! The bus that torpedoed into the flank of my cab. I guess I must have jumped a red light.
The collision killed her instantly. It took another five agonizing minutes for me to kiss goodbye to the life I honestly thought I was tired of living.
The last thing I remember? Gazing aimlessly through a fractured windscreen at the big city outside doing its thing. And then... the darkness of black.
Ah, well. Her fame is immortal now. Even if she isn't.

Published on 23/07/13