Popcorn

BONG. BONG. BONG. Three o'clock and all's well, I thought, peering out the front windshield of taxi 38, the black-and-yellow 2018 Toyota I've been carting New Yorkers around in every day for five years. Everybody knows me.

IZIMA

Be careful, Izima.

As the days got darker

And the sun stopped shining

We became closer

As the clouds became grayer

And the rain started falling

We pretended