𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒕

𝕀𝕀 - 𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕗𝕥

"XXXX-street, 86 please!"

"Alright."
I mubmle as I reach the button to turn my navigation on.

'Oh, that's actually pretty far away. Wonder where this guy's going...'

I start driving, thinking about where to turn next. It's not too busy today, guess there's always less trafic on saturdays.

I look at my watch. 1:47AM. I don't ussualy hate night shifts, but today, the tips are just sad...12$? Really?

Should I really leave this job? I mean, I could always work in a fast food restaurant, or just, being a janitor is fine too I guess...anything for money.

"Oh, and could you please turn there, I forgot I had something to pick up..."

"Wh-"

"Sorry for the inconvinience!"

'My boss will probably fire me before I leave this job...I already have a request at the other part of the village, how would I be able to pick them up now? I could try to pick by standers on the way back...This guy really messed up my shedual"

"Of course! No problem sir."

I say as I start turning left. This job - being a cheap taxi driver, really sucks...and the night shifts are just terrable. All kinds of people have entered my car. Mom says they're pretty dangerous too, and the sallery is bearly enough to put food on the table for the two of us.

But, atleast, it looks beautiful at night.
I mean, not here.
I can only imagen driving in the lit streets of Los Angeles one day, in my fancy limousine, seeing the huge buildings above with flashing lights and the palm trees on every ten meters or so, giving off those nostalgic vibes from Vegas movies...

'too bad I drive this ol' fella thru the streets of a poor village.'

The smell of freshlly cut grass mixed with mud is floating in the air, just slightly being pushed on by a cold breeze.

I can hear my wheels screach on the road as I stop my car in front of an old looking building. The smell of hot asfalt shortly follows after.

"Thank you! Have a great rest of the night."

the guy says as he hands me the money.

"You're welcome, thanks."

I quickly count it, only to see a tip at the bottom.

'20$!? That's a lot! Turns out driving him all the way here was not bad after all!'

I happily put the cash back in my pocket and start heading back home.

'It's 2:28AM already?'

I drive back, a bit more careful this time, scince it's foggy and at night, you can't really see other vehicles around here.

No, not just veichels, anything in general! I can bearly see things in front of me at this point. The air is pretty thin too.
Guess this village was on near a top of a mountain.

I can smell the fog.
It actually kind of stinks! It's really gray too. Could it perhaps be-

'Smoke!?'