Taxi Drivers
The words flowed onto the screen from his fingers, as he frantically tried to complete his report on the daily stock increase. The blinds were shut, and the lights were off in Jake's home away from home. The only source of light was coming from his laptop screen, and a stream of light pouring out from the crack underneath the door. The muffled sound of chitchat and laughter came from the other side of the door. "Idiots," Jake mumbled under his breath. "They're all useless idiots. How do they plan on getting any work done when all they do is socialize?" Just then, his watch beeped twice. Four o'clock, time to wrap it up. Jake clicked save, and with a desperate sigh, he closed the lid to his laptop. He rose as he opened up his briefcase and placed the computer inside. Jake shuffled quickly out of his office, closing and locking the door. He sauntered past his co-workers without an acknowledgement or a glance. They all ignored him anyways, knowing not to bother.As he stepped outside, the cool, crisp breeze reminded him that it was autumn. The honking of the cars erupted in his ears, and there was hardly enough room for him on the sidewalk as he bustled along. Jake walked to his usual corner, and whistled for a cab. After a coup
He took out his cell phone and dialled something. Sergeant Thompson informed him that when they contacted her father, he was more than happy to finally have Jaimie in his life. "How could you do that to my Mommy?" Jake was speechless, he didn't know what he was supposed to do. Jake took out his calendar and sifted through it, seeing what he had planned for tonight. After his questioning was complete the Sergeant left the room for a while, and Jake could hear the muffled sounds of the girl crying in the next room. "Jaimie! JAIMIE!! What are you doing?!" Mary-Ann screamed at her nine year old daughter as she dashed across Younge Street to fetch her drawing. Just then, the sound of distant sirens rose through the air, and it brought him back to reality. He thought to himself, ignoring her response, 'Was that the right thing to say to a child? How would I rephrase that to allow her to understand?' He pondered for a bit, realizing that he had no clue whatsoever on how to talk to children. " Jake was overcome with emotion at the sound of the words that just came out of his mouth. "Now we jus' gotta 563 in so I'm gunna need yur help, send these nice folks home, n' lettum grieve. "Mommy! Mommy, get up! Mommy? Are you OK? MOMMY?!" There was blood trickling out of Mary-Ann's head, and her body was wrenched into a fetal position.
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