I went to this website:
http://shortstoryideas.herb.me.uk/scenarios.htm


The short story scenario it suggested was this:
"A taxi is the location, kindness is the theme. A hat is an object that plays a part in the story."


This is what I came up with:

It was raining and it was cold. Abraham Lincoln raised his arm and leaned into the street. A yellow taxi swerved into the right lane and pulled up in front of him. Lincoln opened the door and swept his gangly frame into the back seat. He wiped the rain from his eyes and peered at the driver’s license. It read, “Abraham Lincoln.” No surprise there. It was the year 2015, the 150th anniversary of the sixteenth president’s death, and Lincolnmania had swept the nation. Men grew their beards into the familiar, not-quite-Amish shape and took to wearing black, stovepipe hats. A traveler from the past would be amused to hear the majority of men speaking in a high-pitched, girly voice. Of course, said traveler wouln’t be aware of the recently discovered recordings of President Lincoln’s most famous speeches, rendering all previous, low-pitched and growly depictions obsolete. Much like the way dinosaurs were portrayed in films and television before scientists concluded that the majority of larger dinosaurs had feathers, cat-like eyes, and spoke with a British accent.

Mr. Lincoln spoke with a Mid-eastern accent, “Where are you going?”
“Corner of 6th avenue and 9th is fine, thanks,” replied Mr. Lincoln.

They drove through the rain in silence. The back-seat president held his considerable hat in his lap as he stared out the window. The sound of the rain, along with the hypnotic swirly patterns it made on the window made him drowsy. They stopped for a red light and that was when Lincoln the Passenger saw an Abraham Lincoln, soaked to the skin, waving frantically for a taxi.

“Mr. Lincoln, why don’t you pick up that poor fellow? I’d be happy to share the ride.”
The driver obliged and pulled over. From inside the cab, Abraham Lincoln watched a tall, gangly fellow clad in black try to enter the back seat while also fumbling with a broken umbrella and a paper shopping bag. He tossed the bag onto the floor of the cab and tried to collapse the umbrella, which was not cooperating.

“Come on!” called the driver in a shrill voice. Lincoln gave up on the umbrella, threw it onto the sidewalk and entered the taxi. As he did, his black stovepipe hat bumped into the doorway, tumbled into the wet street and got carried away in the stream. He cursed and shook his fist at the escaping hat, finally closing the door.

“That hat cost me five dollars and one cent!” Lincoln grumbled girlishly. It wasn’t surprising. The cost of the hat I mean, not the voice. We covered the voice thing already. Everything cost five dollars and a penny nowadays. It was to honor the memory of president Abraham Lincoln, whose visage graces both the five dollar bill and the once cent penny. It wreaked havoc with the stock market, but there it was.

Abraham Lincoln, the new one, glanced from the driver to the other passenger and let out a small gasp.
“Oh, forgive me. I thought this taxi was unoccupied,” he said.
“Not at all, “ said Lincoln the Original Passenger, “Please share the ride. I insist.”
“That’s very kind of you, thank you,” said Lincoln.
“Will you two knock it off,” called Driver Lincoln. “Where you headed, Mr. Lincoln?”
“I already told you, driver. The corner of 6th and-“
“Not YOU, Mr. Lincoln. Him!” The driver pointed a bony finger at the new, wet, hatless passenger.
“Oh, I’m…terribly sorry. I’ll be headed home, driver. That’s 413 8th Street,” he said as he shook off his wet pants and coat. He ran his hands through his wet hair. “Infernal hat!” he chirped.
The taxi pulled out into traffic and navigated the wet streets, wipers slapping furiously.
“Abraham Lincoln,” said the first passenger and stuck out his hand.
“Likewise,” said the second passenger, and shook it.
“Got big plans? Asked the dryer Lincoln.
“Sadly, no. Biggest day of the year tomorrow and I’ve nowhere to be. Mary’s taken Robert to New York to visit family, but my firm is trying to close a big merger deal so it’s likely I’ll be working through the holiday.”
“I’m sorry to hear such sad news,” said the first Lincoln and put a consoling hand on the second Lincoln’s knee.
The two looked knowingly into each other’s eyes for a moment until a loud car horn broke the moment and they both stared out into their respective windows, fidgeting nervously.
“My Mary…she doesn’t understand my work,” said the second Lincoln. The first Lincoln turned to look at him. It was only then that he noticed the second Lincoln’s black eye. Second Lincoln turned to First Lincoln, saw him staring and self-consciously put his hand up to his face. “It’s nothing,” he said, “Mary just…sometimes….she…I deserved it,” he finished lamely.
Lincoln took Lincoln’s hand in his and said, “My fine fellow. We all know what it’s like. There’ no shame in it. Remember, Marriage is neither heaven nor hell, it is simply Purgatory. Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be. You say your Thanksgiving plans are to sit alone on the couch and watch football while the rest of the city sings Thanksgiving carols and watches the fireworks and opens presents? No, my dear boy. I won’t have it.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out his iPhone, tapped it a few times and put it up to his considerably large ear. “Mary? Abe. Listen, put another a chair at the table; I’m bringing home a friend.”
Second Lincoln’s eyes grew wide at that.
“No, Mary, I know. Yes, Mary. Yes. His name’s Lincoln. Yes, Abraham Lincoln. Yes, Mary. Alright. I’ll see you soon. Alright. Goodbye, Mary.” He tapped off his phone, slipped it back into his pocket and gave Lincoln a satisfied smile.
“You didn’t have to do that. I don’t even know you,” said Second Lincoln.
“You are Abraham Lincoln and that’s good enough for me.”
The taxi skidded to a stop. “That’s five and a penny. EACH!” called Driver Lincoln without looking back.
“Please, allow me,” said First Lincoln and opened his wallet. He took out two fives and two pennies, handed them to the driver and collected his suitcase. Second Lincoln gathered his wet bags and began to open his door.
“Mr. Lincoln?” called out First Lincoln. Second Lincoln stopped with one leg sticking out into the street and turned around. First Lincoln was holding out his own hat.
“You’ve a trying day, sir. Please take it. You need it more than I.”
Second Lincoln reached out and took the hat, his hand brushing over the other Lincoln’s fingers in the process. He stepped out of the car, reached his hand in and helped First Lincoln out. The taxi sped out into the wet, cold night and the two Lincolns stood side-by-side.
“Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be,” said First Lincoln. “Whatever you are, be a good one.”
“I will prepare and some day my chance will come,” said Second Lincoln.
They entered the house and had the first of many Thanksgiving meals together.