Rides with Strangers

Rides with Strangers (Velvet magazine, Autumn 2008)

I don’t take rides with strangers. But you had stormed off, and I needed a breather.

She wound down the window and raised her eyebrow. I wondered if she’d caught the tail-end of your tantrum. I liked the way the windows were neither electric, nor tinted, and there was no car stereo whirling my insides to jam.

I looked in. Her fingers were tapping the gear stick. Here was a woman who could go from first to fourth without a judder. Or a fight.
‘Oh, yes,’ she said, when I pointed a theatrical finger at my sternum.
I had to get in. It would have been rude not to.