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Tuesday Early Morning Blues

It was another slow night; it always was on Monday evenings. There was not much of a nightlife and it seemed everyone's energy had been sucked out of the negativity that was Monday mornings.

"This is Cab 451 going for a break," Max keyed the microphone. He wasn't having a very good evening and rent was due.

"Sure thing, Max," the dispatch came through the speaker. "Have a good one."

"As good as one can get," he keyed back.

Max pulled his cab into the coffee shop and didn't know what else to do. He sat behind the wheel of the cab staring out into the coffee shop; he felt like he should be elsewhere doing something productive instead of wasting away driving cab.

He was listening to the radio and was about to turn it off when a tune came on and he let his fingers hover over the control. The song was stirring something inside him and he caught this flash of an image.

Red flowing hair.

He reached for the book that was beside him - The Mind of God by Paul Davies - and then he exited the cab. 

"Heya Max," a voice called out. "There you are, I've been looking for you for a long while now."

Max stopped and looked; he saw a young girl standing there with a smile, dressed in a school uniform. She was a little young to be on her own at this time of night and without any adult supervision. No recollection ever appeared to him, she was just a stranger who had the upper hand at the moment.

"Do I know you?" he asked.