A Strange Encounter

Haim Kadman

They have hardly settled down in the cab's rear seat, when the cab driver annouced: 'I've got to refuel.'

'Do we have to pay him for that sort of thing? Isn't it some kind of extortion?' His wife wondered.

'Never mind, how much it would cost us, a few dimes. He counts on your reactions, he's a good looking young fellow and Italian...' He added with a chuckle.
'Well yes, he's a beau, not my cup of tea though...' She added turning a quizzical look at her husband.

They entered the first filling station and stopped there. The driver got off, refueled, and vanished suddenly - worrying both of them.

Hardly a minute passed and the driver was on his way back. A woman was in his wake, following him like a shadow, she was a pretty woman.

'He's back I see him in the external mirror.' The passenger told his wife, while watching with much interest the woman that kept following their driver.

The driver did not bother to look back, opened the door and settled down in his seat. Right at that moment the young woman approached his window.

'Mi manca dinero per la benzina.' (I need money for petrol) She said in Italian bending down towards his handsome face, watching his eyes.

'Non sono il banco di Roma, me dispiace.' (I'm not the bank of Rome, sorry). He replied dryly, switched on the engine, and off the rode.

Published by Haim Kadman

A few words about myself: I'm a lover of the fine arts,literature and music. I enjoy painting and writing, it's my extended life. I devote most of my time to writing short stories and novels. For my living I...  View profile

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  • cathiesbloggs5/21/2008

    I really enjoyed reading this !

  • Haim Kadman4/29/2008

    Thanks Imagine, it's a true episode, just broadened a bit.

  • Imagine4/29/2008

    Very descriptive, not leaving out any detail. Excellent!

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