What’s Left

Every once in a while, a cab driver picks up one of those fares: the ones a driver wishes had dropped into the backseat of someone else’s taxi. Today is Arthur Corbie’s turn. The man he drives from JFK has an obsessive dislike for crows, which is concerning because Arthur’s cab is being tailed by three of the birds. Or are they women? Arthur can’t work it out.

When Arthur finally makes it back to his depot, those three women are waiting for him, having hired his services for an indeterminate length of time. He is forced to drive them around New York, watching as the consequences of their visits unfold, while he becomes increasingly concerned about the mess he’s driven into.