TITLE: The Blood Train
GENRE: YA Horror
All Olivia could think about was forehead skin. Not in a crazy, I-want-to-chop-up-your-face kind of way. The inside of the taxi window was absolutely freaking disgusting. Smears and globs and flecks of mystery sludge spread across the surface making it impossible to see through without her eyes refocusing on the dirt. Then there were the foreheads. Maybe dozens. She could see the curves of the previous passengers’ eyebrows, temples, and the dip where their noses should go. Greasy leftovers of frustration.
Nobody drops their forehead to a nasty cab window if they’ve just won the lottery. No, they saved that particular germ-y disregard for the bad days.
Today was one of those days. Maybe not bad enough to touch that nasty window, but bad all the same. Olivia’s mom leaned forward on her side of the backseat, sticking her perfectly shaped nose within inches of the plexiglass separating them from the driver.
“I told you to take seventy-fifth. Park is a zoo after lunch!” she hollered. “How long have you been driving? What, did you just get off the boat, or something?”
Olivia shook her head. “Here we go,” she mumbled.
She watched the driver bow his head a bit. Not enough to be a nod, or a cower. It was as if he was trying to block himself from the sheer volume of her mother’s voice. Olivia pitied the man. He was like a knee-knocking trainer in the lion cage.