Book of Untold Tales ✓

011 | Magic Cab

"Have you decided, Sarah? Are you taking a cab or staying the night somewhere?" Lea asks me, worried that alcohol might be only the last of my problems. I don't want to stay in some B&B, I want to go back home. But I'm not sure I can find a taxi.

I answer, taking a deep breath. “I’ll call a cab. That is, if I can find one.” I pick the phone from my bag when Lea stops me. She has one more thing to tell me.

“Sarah, do you know about that taxi?” I glance at her, confused. “Yeah, that one. It doesn’t take you where you want to go, but where you need to go. Trust me, you-”

I cut her off. “Lea, don’t worry. It’s just an urban legend. Plus, if it really existed, it’s be perfect for me. I mean, I do need to go home…” I ignore her pleas and call the taxi. She waves me goodbye, and I do the same, but get distracted. As such, I don’t catch a single word of what they tell me on the phone.

That’s why, thirty minutes later, I’m shocked to see a neon green cab at the valet. I wonder who could paint it that way, and why its windows are completely black.

The front window at driver’s seat opens, showing a strange man with dark sunglasses. He chuckles. “Good evening, madam—even though it’s not really appropriate. Come in.”

I obey and follow him inside. I’m about to give him his address when he speeds up out of a sudden. I barely manage to fasten my seatbealt and, in no more than five minutes, I end up in a place I can’t recognize. It’s a bright and bustling forest. Birds chirp, singing delightful melodies, and the sun rays make flowers glow.

How come is it already daylight? When I got on the taxi, it was in the middle of the night. Is the cab magic? I turn back to try and find it again to ask the taxi driver questions, but it has since disappeared.

Lea was right. This isn’t an urban legend.