The Wax Buzzard Files: Chapter Seven -The Missing Chapter

If you're coming straight to this chapter you are going to be SOOO lost. Why not start at the beginning like a reasonable human being and not a literary miscreant?

Everyone is the hero of their own story. Implicitly we're also supporting players in the stories of the people around us; as well as background extras for countless others, which I don't count (I tried once, but I succeeded and never had to try again).

This time I was an innocent bystander. Most bystanders are guilty of standing by, but I was sitting. And that's when I found a cellphone in the cab. I wasn't looking for it; meaning the cellphone, not the cab. Well I wasn't looking for the cab either because I already knew it was there; I'd found it earlier.

The cellphone was a surprise; I jumped when I saw it. The driver asked me if I had a problem. "Not on me," I said, "Just this cellphone."

"Let me see that," he said, so I let him, and he saw it. He wasn't as surprised as I was so he didn't jump quite as much. He'd seen it before. "I've seen it before," he said.

"Former passenger of yours," I said.

"You might say that."

I did say that. Somehow I'd gotten ahead of him. I crawled back into the passenger seat and waited for him to tell the whole sad story of the love of his life who got away, which he never did because it was too sad. So I told the story and we had a good cry.

"Why didn't you tell her how you felt?"

"She was a dermatologist," he said. "What could I tell her that she hadn't already read in dozens of textbooks?"

"Look at me," I said. And he did. And we drove off the road. "She left her phone here for a reason. Probably because she forgot it, but if I know anything about love, I'm not telling you. You have to seize the day, even if it's at night."

"So I should go to her right now?"

"Absolutely! That's a lot better than what I was going to suggest."

He took his advice and dove out of the cab. I tossed the cellphone at him just as it started ringing. That would have been a close call.

I never found out how things worked out; the last I heard from him he said 'Ow!' when the cellphone hit him. But now that I was alone in a driver-less cab it gave me a little time to think about how I was going to survive the collision with the tree up ahead.

But I'm not here to tell you about that; I'm elsewhere relaying the information to other people, sorry you missed it, it's a great story, but to repeat one's self is to diminish the value of communication, that's what I always say.

Besides, my mind was wandering, and for the sake of avoiding an out of body experience I had to go with it. Something kept gnawing at me. I thought it was a badger but my friend the zoologist suggested it was guilt. Guilt; I hadn't seen it before. In my defense I didn't know what guilt looked like the first time I saw it, but now it was staring me in the face (and I still say it resembles a badger).

I was grateful to my friend the zoologist for his suggestion, and for driving out to the middle of nowhere to offer it to me. I should learn his name. Also that he could give me a ride the rest of the way to the hospital in his car, which coincidentally looked like a cab. Come to think of it, both my friend and the former cab driver could have been twins; fraternal at best with a several year age difference but possibilities are endless. The point is, I found myself with the same exact precise pinpointed level of determination I'd had when I first got into the previous vehicle. And I don't have to tell you what that means, so I'm not going to.