February 6, 2020
I dreamed of hailing a taxi, because the neighbourhood was dark and menacing, young scum nearby, too close for comfort. I flagged the taxi, got in, sat down, take me away. The screech of careless acceleration, swerving, tyres screaming, and I see the driver and front seat passenger. Young scum, the cab stolen, the driver probably bleeding out somewhere. I reach forward, haul back a handbrake the size of a baseball bat. Car slows; young scum turn. One pulls a blade. I yank the door open; out, tumbling, waiting for the burn of tarmac, but itís cotton sheet. Spared again.