A strange encounter

A short story about a cettain trip.

They have hardly settled down in the cab’s rear seat, when the cab driver announced in fluent English: ‘Sorry but I’ve got to refuel.’

‘Do we have to pay him for that sort of delay? Isn’t it some kind of a sting?’ His wife wondered.

‘Never mind, how much it would cost us, a few more dimes nothing more. He counts on your reactions; he’s a good looking young fellow and he’s an Italian…’ Her husband added with a chuckle.

‘Well yes, he’s a beau, but not my cup of tea though.’ She answered turning a quizzical look at her husband.

They entered the first filling station and stopped there. The driver got off, refueled, and vanished suddenly �" worrying both of them.

Hardly five minutes passed and the driver was on his way back. A woman was in his wake, following him like a shadow, she was a young and pretty brunette; as far as both of them could judge, but as she came closer she didn’t impress both of them as such.

‘He’s back I see him in the external mirror.’ The passenger told his wife, while watching with much interest the woman that was following their driver.

‘Yeah I’ve seen him too, and the one you watch with so such interest.’ His wife scolded him indirectly.

The driver did not bother to look back, he opened the cab front door and settled down in his seat. Right at that moment the young woman approached his window, and leaned with both hands on its seal.

‘Mi manca dinero per la benzina.’ (I need money for petrol) She said in Italian bending down towards his handsome face, watching his eyes.

‘Non sono il banco di Roma, mi dispiace.’ (I’m not the bank of Rome, sorry). He replied dryly, and switched on the engine, and off they rode.

© Haim Kadman 2011 �" all rights reserved.