The Driver [ONE SHOT]

The Driver {corrected with Grammarly.com}

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I just ride into the taxi when I notice a coat beside me; I pick it up to give it to the driver and the smell of blood makes me nauseous. There are human hearts! Who is this psycho taxi driver? What's going to do with me?

I ask the driver to stop. But the cabin is empty. I look around, and all I see is myself holding a heart, a scalpel and the coat.

Then I remember my mission. I put the new heart in the pile, get back to the driver's seat, and return to my road.

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*The spanish version of this short tale has been published in an anthology book in Argentina.

I usually write in Spanish (my native language), so let me know how I did it in the comments!