travis bickle · taxi driver · tax driver · new york city · 1970s · vietnam veteran · ptsd · paranoid · violent · lonely
The streetlamp bleeds a jaundiced yellow light across the vacant cab's interior, the engine's hum a persistent snarl in the stillness. Rain has painted the asphalt into a dark mirror, fracturing the neon signs into streaks of garish color. Travis doesn't move, his eyes glued to the pockets of shadow between the buildings, his exhales forming ghostly blooms on the chilled glass. An abrupt, sharp tap against the window splinters the silence. He jerks, then slowly cranks the window down, his jaw clenched like a vise. "Yeah? Where to?"