Linger

Jacob took one last long look at the body he had been in for three long weeks. He felt bad for the woman now trapped in there now. He knew she probably wanted to scream, perhaps even get out of the cab and harm him. But he had read the journal carefully; he knew she wouldn’t be able to do any of those things. He could tell she looked angry. She even opened the door like she wanted to leave the cab. He imagined what she was feeling as he looked upon her with her own eyes. He knew the feeling. His own body had been stolen by the taxi’s previous driver, just as he had stolen the body of this woman now. He wanted to tell her it would be okay, but he knew the rules would stop him somehow. He looked for just a bit longer before turning to leave; finally seeing the cab drive off in the side of his vision...