Christy Marks Taxi =link= May 2026

They drove in silence for the first ten minutes. The woman stared out the window, watching the city lights blur into streaks of orange and white. Christy didn’t push. She’d learned that silence was its own kind of language.

Finally, the woman spoke. “Do you ever pick up the same person twice?” christy marks taxi

Christy nodded slowly. She’d heard that before. From runaways. From women leaving bad situations. From people who’d decided to start over with nothing but a suitcase and a bus ticket. They drove in silence for the first ten minutes