Picking Up After Things Go Off The Rails

When I woke and peered out to my river view the sun was bright. Concluding it was going to be a glorious day. After doing my morning chores that would prepare me to be an accepted in society at that moment, as a responsible person I picked up the newspaper then headed for the car.

After making a stop for the breakfast style rest the periodical was opened and outside dark skies crept in and I thought, “dang I should have turned on to get the weather report.”

But it was on the second page in the gossip column which many just use for tweedy bird bedding information that she was married in a secret wedding shook my guard. “No one told me,” I gasped as the thunder and lightning started to clasp.

“Well, now it is real the cheerleader who I said goodbye to in high school was truly gone and never was going to come back,” I reminded myself.

Harder the rain started to fall, and I put on my windshield wipers on to protect the view. Once the emotional god like spectacle decided to relax and go on a break my gear shift transitioned from park to reverse ending in drive. Time to go to work picking up a new person and collecting their money while making sure they ended up where they really wanted to go.

Pulling up entering the rail station taxi line I sat there not wanting to return to the daily mail’s reporting that they received from the telegraph. Without even noticing a person hopped into my backseat and when I investigated the mirror a lady was crying.

“Please take me home,” her teary eyes blurred.

Seeing who it was I was flabbergasted, “Rose is that you?”

“It’s Axle, from high school, the guy you most likely will end up with, you remember,” I continued to state.

Like she did not hear me Rose continued her plea, “my agent told me it was a photo shoot for a major magazine cover, they dolled me up in a wedding look and actually staged a whole ceremony, guests and all, I woke the other day to the news I married Byron from accounting,”

I listened not knowing if I should interrupt. I did not fulfill Rose’s request that morning and I cancelled the fare noting it was a complementary favor. Instead, I found a café and along with a second breakfast I gave Rose a shoulder to cry on and she was incredibly grateful.

After our comforting talk we both walked outside arm and arm like our senior ending celebration picture. Sun was now back out and in the sky was a rainbow.

“That cover magazine, do you think they take prom pictures for their teenage issue?” I said with an entrepreneur grin.