Imaginings: Its Halloween Week

Its the week of Halloween, so I thought I would add a little something . Here is a poem and a flash for your reading pleasure. I hope you will enjoy them.

Ghost Cabby of Brooklyn

On a cold winter’s night in Brooklyn Wishbone Jackson walked the lone dark streets home. After a long hard day walking around seeking work, Wishbone was dead on his feet. He rounded a corner when out of how where, appeared a long black cab. The cab looked haunting with hell fire and smoke streaming for his exhaust and its windows darken from the city soot. The name across its black steel door, in neon red, read Hell on Wheels Cab Company.

Cautious, Wishbone watched while the Driver rolled down one window.

Now, Wishbone was ghetto wise, so he kept his Glock in hand, but took two steps back. He peered inside, even in this darkness; Wishbone could see this cabby’s skeleton features. Ice chilled Wishbone’s spine, when The Cabby’s bone face asked if he needed a ride. He had heard the stories of the Ghost Cabby of Brooklyn that granted you one wish if you took a ride. The men that accepted the Hell Cabby’s offer where found later left on a corner dazed, no longer the men they once were. Worst found wandering the streets loony, reliving the personal hell inside their minds.

Wishbone needed many wishes granted, but he wasn't going out like those fools who decided to take a ride in the Ghost cab of Brooklyn.

Wishbone yelled, “Hell NO!” He fired off a few rounds at the skeleton driver and his dark ride. The Cabby snickered, sinister and said, “Are you sure?”

Wishbone emptied his Glock amazed he could not kill the ghoul, while the Cabby continued to scoff at him from behind the wheel.

His chamber empty, Wishbone ran. He ran the length of dark streets and through cluttered alleyways. Fire and smoke coursing from its exhaust, the Black Hell Cab was dead on Wishbone’s heels. While the sinister laughter of the skeleton figure echoed in the night breeze. Wishbone ran for miles, ducking and dodging the large black monster that snapped at his heels.

He finally lost his pursuer down 54th street, but Wishbone didn't stop running to caught his breath. He continued until he reached his home and safety. Wishbone was completely exhausted once he got there, but came up short just a few yards from his home. Frozen with fright, Wishbone stared from the shadows at the Hell cab sat parked at his door. He shit his pants when the Black Hell cab simply disappeared in a clap of thunder. The Skeleton Cabby laughter lingered in the night, but it left a shine new black Beamer.

Black Blood