Bentley Brown
Bio
I’m Bentley Brown, a chauffeur who drives more than cars—I carry stories, secrets, and lives between stops. Behind the wheel, I watch, listen, and learn. Each passenger brings a mystery, and I’m the silent guide through untold journeys.
Stories (4)
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The Meeting
The city was slick with rain — the kind that clings to your coat and blurs the edges of the night. Neon signs bled their colours into puddles, flickering like restless ghosts on wet asphalt. The smell of damp concrete mixed with exhaust fumes, hanging heavy in the air like a warning. I kept my eyes on the road, but my mind tuned into the quiet tension resting heavy in the backseat.
By Bentley Brown8 months ago in Fiction
The Suitcase
The rain had returned, not with thunder or drama, but in a slow, relentless drizzle that glazed the city in silver. Streetlights blurred behind streaked windows, and the leather interior of my car exhaled its familiar, worn scent. It was half past ten. My last fare had been a corporate type with too many words and too few tips. This one… this one felt different the moment I saw him.
By Bentley Brown9 months ago in Fiction
The Passenger
The city lights blurred as I pulled the sleek black car to a stop outside the hotel entrance. It was just past midnight, and the streets were mostly quiet—the perfect time for secrets to come alive. The faint scent of leather and rain lingered in the air inside the cabin. I glanced at my watch: 12:07 a.m. Sharp on time, as always. I was Bentley Brown, your chauffeur, but not just any driver. I was a silent witness to countless stories—some whispered, some shouted—all hidden behind closed doors.
By Bentley Brown9 months ago in Fiction
