H20
The rain pounded down on Seattle as
if it were literally trying to drown the city itself. Puddles formed
on the sidewalk, little bits of leaves and plastic floating the top.
The people who wanted to stay dry walked around them, but I wasn't
one of them. I was as wet as wet could have been, there was no use in
avoiding the awaiting water, it would drench you somehow. The streets
were emptying as the rain kept on pouring, the tourists and residents
running for cover inside shops, while I walked on. Finally a bright
yellow taxi appeared, rounding the corner down by the coffee shop.
"Thank god" I muttered as I raised my left hand high in the air,
flagging him down, forgetting about my now upturned unusual scar. The
cab pulled over to the curb, and sprayed me with water as the liquid
spun out from the tires. "Nice." I muttered, as I opened the cab
door. When the apologetic glance from the driver met me, I wished my
mouth had never opened. "Sorry." He apologized smiling, his face
cheerful.
I shook my head in remorse, "No I'm sorry, it's
not such a great day. "
He nodded sympathetically,
"Understood." He flashed another smile. "So where you going?"
"Does you line go as far as Forks?" I asked nervously.
"Um,
not usually, but sometimes." He nodded reassuringly. "It's
fine."
I nodded decidedly now, "Alright then. That's where
I'm headed."
I pressed a 20 dollar bill into his hand. "Oh
no, He protested, this ride will only be like 15 or
something."
"Please?" I asked, "It'll clear my
conscience for snapping at you."
He laughed, and started the
car. "To Forks!" He declared handing me a complementary bottle of
water.
"To forks." I said smiling, my mind full of
apprehension.