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Veronica Nathan stepped out of her lovers Manhattan apartment, just as the rain stated to fall. Her heels echoed on the stairs as she could hear the rain hitting the pavement outside, while the streetlights buzz and glow. Thoughts of him were filling her head, yet she felt guilt ridden for what she was doing. She looked down at her finger, where her wedding band should be, as she exited the building into the rainy night and started to hail a cab.
The water splashed at her feet as her head swirled with confusion, to her, the road was empty, barren, yet the sirens and horns were all around her… "Excuse me miss, is this your cab?" and suddenly a cab was in front of her, door open, "Yes!" she snapped, and pushes the man to the side and sits quickly, door slamming behind her, hair soaked, mascara running down her cheeks. "Where ya headed", the cabby asks, and she simply says "drive."
As the rain falls outside, she can hear distant thunder as the first flash of lightning catches her eye. The weather makes her think of how she got here, and why. As the cab races through the wet streets, lights blur and she can still smell him on her, it makes her cringe, and again, the cabby asks, "where to?!" She can barely say, all she wants to do is escape, run from herself, hide in the shadows. As the thunder claps, she is woken, so to say, and says "JFK, please." As those words leave her mouth, she is instantly drawn to her decision, where is she running to, and how will she know when she gets there.
As the cab screeches to halt she is now faced with her future, past and present. The cabby, wreaking of stale bread and booze, turns to ask for his fare, she is lost in her head, words fail her, she can barely comprehend his request. Veronica reaches into her purse and hands him a twenty dollar bill, and exits into the rain once again. As she stands in front of the terminal, she is frozen with indecision. Tears stream down her face and mingle with the drops of rain, the thunder growing louder and stronger, do not ease her troubled mind. She is left where she started, listening to the streetlights buzz and the rain fall...
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