Last Bus to Nowhere

By E. L. Gross

Somewhere between North Conway, NH and New York, NY, James T. Killian discovers that he is either on his own personal love trip or the bus ride from hell.

A short story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: E. L. Gross
• Release date: Oct 20, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466164017

E. L. Gross

Ever since the age of eight, I wanted nothing more then to be an author. I would spend hours and hours creating stories and sharing them with my friends and family. In my mid twenties I had two of my short stories published in three magazines. I was ecstatic, that I had finally broken into the industry. Well, time has a way of rushing by and I took time to get married, raise a child and have lots of animals and work two jobs. A lot of years have passed, but now, at last, I will be able to concentrate on my very first love, writing. Check out my blog regarding my latest work in progress "The Wolves Of The Iniakuk". Thanks Coming Soon: The Wolves Of The Iniakuk by E.L. Gross

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Last Bus to Nowhere

By E. L. Gross

Copyright 2011 E. L. Gross

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The engine roared then coughed each time the driver shifted gears, leaving a small black puff of smoke in its wake. The tires bumped along the grooved highway taking offense with each bounce from the frost heaves. It was mid-March and the air outside still held onto its icy chill. The trees desperately trying to waken from their sleep and bring