The Taxi Driver and the Wanderer
by Soyvolon | Score: 3250
"I can't see you, nor anything anymore. Why not come a litter closer so I can at least feel you while we speak," a scratchy voice echoed off the walls to her. The lady lying in the booth at the rear of the nightclub lifted her head up off her jacket, the emblem of a taxi company almost faded from existence on the breast of her shirt.
The wanderer hesitated, jumping slightly when a crash from the outside of the building reached her sensitive ears.
"Come, I wont bite, I promise. Not much to worry about anyways, not needing food and all," the former taxi driver replied, still partly lying within her booth. The scattered art supplies jingled in their containers resting on the table when she bumped into it moving closer to the wanderer.
"I just wish for someone to help me with this artwork," the taxi driver continued.
The wanderer accepted the taxi drivers request. She a