Flash! Fiction 3 by Peter McMillan - HTML preview

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“It's just to buy some time. You should be home within the hour.

And don't worry the driver. She's getting paid at the other end, too.

In case you're wondering, nothing's going to happen to you, that is, as long as you don't do something stupid like jump out of a moving car.”

I protested that I didn't know anything, that it was a big mistake, that I couldn't even remember what I'd said much less what I'd heard.

“No doubt it comes and goes. I've heard about this spontaneous environmental telepathy. It's probably nonsense like most of what I my ex is into, but to be on the safe side, I have to do this.”

The cabbie peeled out and at the first red light she turned around and said she didn't want to hear any crazy talk about the FBI, fugi-tives, or kidnapping.

“None of that's any of my business. What is my business is taking you from Point A to Point B. So, sit tight, and whatever you're thinking, remember I'm way ahead of you. Got it?”

She knew I did.

First published in Weirdyear, March 7, 2014.