She, rid of her blind horseman now as she secretly had called him, wondered if she might take the reigns of her own life, if that would satisfy.
So far, she enjoyed being driven away.
The cabbie looked her over in the rear view, he was definitely not blind - but could he see?
Hey, ya mind? She asked.
What?
Can you watch the road?
He smiled and made a saliva-based sound.
She sighed. No, he didn’t see, she supposed.
Cabbies, in general, drivers, they didnt see.
Horsemen.
Horse-men. She thought of Linda Fiorentino being approached at her table in a sullen dive. Her life flashed before her eyes. She was 23, would she live to see 24?