This started as an experiment. I had been discussing the structure of storytelling and the way we spontaneously recount an event: the doubling back, the added and subtracted details, the tangents, the acknowledgment that we may just have things wrong after all. So I sat down to capture that idea – very meta. As with all of my stories, it started with a snapshot image from nowhere, in this case two friends staring into the blackness from a bridge, silently mourning a friend. The cabbie and other details came later as I wrote. I like these characters, despite knowing next to nothing about them…but I think I won’t bother them with future stories.