Friday Fictioneers: Call a cab

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Take a taxi they said.

They go everywhere fast.

They’re reliable.

Everyone uses them.

Everyone.

Including their extended family, a gaggle of geese, a stable of horses and their mother in law.

There’s always room for one more.

Somehow.

It defies known physics.

I was the one more.

The last sardine.

A chicken pooped on my head.

A goat ate my shoelaces.

We set off at a terrific speed enveloped in a plume of black exhaust.

We swerved and careened through the crowds, hooting like a parliament of owls.

The ancient tires squealed and yowled like a convocation of screaming eagles.

Welcome to New York, they said.

I closed my eyes and thought of England.