Sunday, January 4, 2015

Yet Another

He maneuvered the taxi through the upscale neighborhood, the night streets silent, empty. Snow-white hair covered his head, as if glued on. His breakfast threatened to evacuate his stomach. Like the back seat, his life was suddenly unoccupied, void, desolate. Still he had to do it. Deal with the drunk driver who killed his Jenny. (55 words)

Prompt words: taxi, neighborhood, snow, breakfast, empty

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