Chapter 1- Strange PassengerA Chapter by CynthiaAnother cold midnight I thought as I looked at the temperature, it's killing me. I was driving on the Basilone road with a speed 70 miles per hour I wonder when will the sun rise again I stretch my muscle a bit and yawned, its been a long night.
Just when I was planning to go back home and enjoy a nice warm bath, someone raised his hands to ask for my service how surprise, I said to myself a extra ride!
I stopped my car with a sudden break, as I turned to the man who raised his hand, but I cannot see his face, his face was blocked by his cap, and he was wearing a mask. The man said “ Newark Liberty International Airport , quick.” He ordered “ I will be late.”
I shrugged a bit, as I walked down my car and shivered “ So cold,” I mumbled “ What a night.” The man didn't seem to be please, he said, pointing to his luggage “ Here, two luggage, put them into the boot.” I shot a glance at him, and finally controlled myself he is a passenger, I warn myself behave!
I looked at his luggage under the weak sunlight, it's really... big. I said “ Sir, I wonder if I can put all these into the boot!” The man shrugged, “ I don't care, or you can just put it into the back seat. I sighed silently, what an unpleasant ride I sighed to myself, Hope it wont last long.
As the man sat into the front seat, I set my GBS to New York Airport, I looked at the luggage from my rear view mirror, they seemed too big for a man himself to use even for ten days!
I asked “ Sir, how long have you come to New York?” The man snorted “ Will that effect the speed and time of my ride?” I snorted as well, how rude was he! The man said “Besides, I tell you to give me a quick ride, not a chatting ride, don't I?”
I narrowed my eyes to him, as I drove my car to the speed of 85 miles per hour, the man nodded in a more pleasant way “ Much better.”
I looked at the man carefully and try to find something strange on him, no, same old man we will see on street, except his worst manner.
I said , trying to find a way to make him talk more “ When did you come to New York?” The man seemed annoyed by my endless talk “ one week ago” My eyes lit up of hope as I heard that, yes, strange, he wont need to use so much luggage if he only came for a week.
I said “ Sir, why do you have so much luggage?” The
man seemed caution by my question “ That’s not inside your job,
right? Besides, I think I need a rest.” I peeked at him, really, his acts strange, and refuse to talk about the luggage, he brought, who can he be? I looked back to the road, the ice was blocking the way, and it obviously needs more time to go to the airport.
After a long time a silent, I said “ Sir?” The man looked up “ What now?” I said, pointing to the front “ We are here.” The man nodded, and said “ Go and help me pick up the luggage!” I nodded without a work, but I curiously looked at the luggage he have brought, and with a surprise......
There are weeds in the sides of his luggage, which was spilled out. © 2011 CynthiaAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on January 10, 2011 Last Updated on January 11, 2011 AuthorCynthiaHong KongAboutSorry everyone, but I didn't go on this site regularly, I also turn off my read request, but will be up as soon as I find this site... worth spending time on Hello! My name is Cynthia, I'm from Ho.. more..Writing
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