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Taxi

Posted by Claudia Moser on 6:49 PM in
Diana's instructions:

Okay, now that I have gotten a few responses, here's where the fun begins...

Historical fiction can be fun. A short story is even better. The time frame is in the 1700's, somewhere around that era.

The object is no more than 200 words, and you have to mention the word "taxi".

Have fun!

I have to admit that the 1700's are hard to tackle, so I decided to set it in present, hope you like it!

Joanne was waiting. The rain was dropping, and since she forgot her umbrella at home, her hair started to be wet. But she did not notice; she was deep in her thoughts. Kind of a bad day, her team failed to meet the deadline. They all knew from the beginning that the project was impossible, but then, no one wanted to acknowledge that, so now there are in trouble and she saw no way out.

Suddenly she felt cold, her hair was dropping. She shrugged and looked if maybe in the meantime a taxi would pass by. She felt motionless, she knew she could get the train, now she was wet, it wouldn’t make a difference any more.

And then a glimpse of yellow, could it be a taxi? She was hoping that she could rest her feet, the wild leather will probably not survive the rain and how she loved the red pumps!

Yes, a taxi stopped suddenly, despite the fact that she did not raise her hand. A big smile and a huge bouquet of red roses. What was Dan doing in the taxi? And then his voice: ‘Will you marry me?’ and all the worries were gone!

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9 Comments


You are such a Romantic at heart, Claudia :)


So true :-) you got me Desiree!


This is awesome!


Aaaw, you old romantic you! Well done! Have a great weekend over there.


@Diana - glad my story got accepted :)))
@Diane - yes, I confess I am a romantic :) You also have a great weekend!


Awww, lovely ending :)


@Sarah - yes, a positive one :)


So romantic! You set the scene beautifully.


Thank you Belle! It was fun!

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