This was her 6th visit to Bengaluru, and it was finally time. So when the rickshaw wallah stepped out for some paan, she jumped into the front seat and sped off into the night, leaving the wallah standing there, shocked, red juice dripping from his chin.
"Finally, a rickshaw of my own", she sighed, exhilarated!
Oh what fun, stealing a rickshaw! Lookit, G~man I played my own game! You know, just for fun I looked up "55 Flash Fiction Friday" on Google images...go ahead and once you get there, search through a few pages. I don't know about you, but I find it a little creepy that if you type in 55 Flash Fiction Friday, you would get my face over and over...and some of yours as well!
Anyway.....It really is a dream of mine to commandeer an auto rickshaw of my own. When I was in Jaipur last January, Aslam let me drive his rickshaw through the crowded, narrow streets of the Pink City, past that dead bloated pig I told you about back then. What fun, I tell you!
Have a lovely weekend!