Larry, the Psychic Cabbie

The streets were quickly growing darker, the last light of day blocked by the heavy rainclouds gathering overhead.

Larry couldn’t help but smile as the first drops splashed down against the windscreen of his taxi, this was exactly the kind of weather which drove people straight into the back of his cab. Earlier in the day the sun had been bright and warm, and few people had bothered to take umbrellas with them, or even coats, but now the unexpected storm had them all scurrying for home, and in their haste they didn’t mind the extra expense of a taxi if it meant getting undercover just that little bit faster.

His mind was buzzing as he drove passed the hurrying crowds, their thoughts a background murmur he’d learnt to suppress over the years. Occasionally a strong thought or emotion would break through his defenses but he could handle those with the same care he took when someone stepped out in front of his car.