It was late in the evening, and the driver of a city taxi received what appeared to be routine fare. A woman of a certain age dressed in a faded shawl, slid quietly into the back of the car. She offered him a number in a gentle voice, one that took him to the edge of town.
The journey was lengthy and extremely quiet. She didn’t engage in conversation or looked up. She only threw a handful of flowers on her lap. The driver later told him that he felt a strange sensation of a chill throughout the journey like the air in the car became more hefty.
He finally drove up at the location. It was the gate that led to the entrance of the cemetery that was once in use. He turned to inquire about the price.
The seat was not occupied.
The bouquets of flowers she carried were now lying on the bench, wilted as if they were dead for a few days.
In shock, he ran out and scanned the peaceful graveyard, but nobody was in the graveyard. There were no gates and the way was deserted. The only thing that he heard was silence.
As he recounted his story with other passengers at the station, a few brushed it away as exhaustion. Some even suggested that he wasn’t the first person to offer an ride for “the woman with the flowers.” According to local legend, that she was visiting the grave of her husband for a long time, even up to the day that she died. However, at certain times she’d still call taxis with flowers that didn’t make them to the tomb.
The driver has not taken any fare after midnight since.
