Friday Fictioneers – Taxi War

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

I’m not even a land person. Driving a bus isn’t what destiny intended. A war canoe, that’s what. Like my grandfather and all the way back to my grandfather’s grandfather. Sail bellied full, outrigger flying over the sea, drips spraying like blood from a severed neck.

The harsh cry of my men behind me, weapons ready, as we prepare to land.

Another craft slips alongside—an enemy taxi. My warrior blood sings as I pull my gun. Driver, pow! Passengers, pow! pow! pow! This route is my route, my people’s route.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

64 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Taxi War

  1. Pow. This was unexpected. You have taken the morning journey to work and made it a trip of survival. At first I thought he was a descendent of raiding Vikings and missed the rage and ravage of the landlubbers. Now I am not so sure.


  2. Fabulous descriptions, Neil. I have heard there are areas where the taxi wars are quite violent. No world for sissies, that’s for sure. Maybe it’s good he has warrior blood in his veins…

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