Backseater guru

Vladimir was a taxi driver. He had faith in fate and he really loved the thought of fate being customized by your actions. He didn’t like his fellow taxi drivers talking about the existence of a godsend traveler in the streets who would possibly travel in their taxi one day and change everything at once. Vladimir would just quote Saint Ruberto for them ‘Do not wish for a bright tomorrow twice for our Lord doesn’t want get bored’.

In a foggy night, a strange, anachronistic man came to the cabstand and told Vladimir a place. Vladimir showed him his cab and went over to take the driver seat. In five minutes, the cab was cruising around the town. Despite the thick fog, Vladimir drove real fast for he knew every turn in the town better than the ups and downs of his wife.

Before the man in the backseat could reach his destination, they were stalled under real bloody conditions. The cab had hit an old timer killing him. Everybody except the dead man was cool. Vladimir slowly got out. Watching the dead body bleed, he lit a cigar and turned to his traveler.

‘Oh boy, you killed somebody?’ asked the traveler with a lazy smile.

‘Never mind man, I’m not new to this, I’ve hit many and killed all of them. I confess everyday and I’m clean.. yes!’

‘Oh really? then it’s good. How many have you killed dear?’

‘May be 11 or 12.. I don’t remember..bah.. what’s in it anyway?!’ said Vladimir.

‘You don’t know boy, do you?’

‘What?’

‘I’m the newest man version of god and I’m sent here to spread his message!’

This time hearing the man’s serious declaration, Vladimir didn’t say anything, but thought ‘He could be a man god and I should start worshiping him!’

‘Wonder why I tell you this? You’ve sinned and that too by using the eternal prime number!’ said the backseater still finding comfort in the confined cab.

‘But I haven’t!’ uttered Vladimir.

‘Oh yes my son!, you have. If you’ve killed 11 men or even 13, you won’t even get a redemption in the troublesome days to come!’ the backseater guru seemed to be so mean with his game of words.

‘Oh pardon me my lord!  I have realized my sin!’ sobbed Vladimir and fell to his knees.

‘I’ll kill some more people and make it even. Oh god please forgive me!’ Vladimir couldn’t control himself. He didn’t even notice the backseater guru getting out of the cab and walking away.