A Miracle at Las Cruces

By Henri Bauhaus

This humorous traveler's tale takes place in the highlands of Guatemala, where two American travelers, Jack Straw and Ellen Middendorf have just met in a nearby bus terminal and have decided to travel together to a remote Indian village, named Las Cruces. There adventure together turns out quite comical, as the two turn out to be very different from each other.
P.S. This is the prequel to The Indian Bus Stop

• Language: English
• Publisher: Henri Bauhaus
• Release date: May 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311898692

Henri Bauhaus

My short stories and novellas tend to have one foot based in a real life situation and the other one set in an imaginary or parallel world. Much of my literary background comes from a nomadic lifestyle that began when I left the safe haven of my college town (Syracuse, NY) and headed for the Caribbean Coast of Mexico, where I planned to be a beach bum for a winter. Upon my return to the USA, I settled in the colorful city of New Orleans, but since those carefree days I have lived in many parts of the U.S. and traveled extensively in Canada and Europe. I blog at http://yeyeright.wordpress.com.

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A Miracle at Las Cruces

A Short Story

by Henri Bauhaus

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A Miracle at Las Cruces

Jack Straw walked through the la Antigua bus terminal until he found the bus to Xela. It wasn't hard to find and soon Jack was seated in the back row of a fully-packed vehicle, bound for the place, more commonly known as Huehuetenango. Although written in Roman letters, Xela was the Mayan designation for the very same city hub that sat at the edge of Guatemalan highlands, right alongside the Pan-American highway.

From his spot in the back of the bus, Jack could easily survey the colorful array of Native dress worn by the many villagers, who were also traveling north from the old Colonial city. However, not everybody was wearing Indian garb, as some of the riders wore modern Latin dress and there was even one young lady, who stood out because of her American blue jeans, black cotton Grateful Dead T-shirt and white tennis shoes. From underneath a San Francisco Giants baseball cap flowed a long mane of shiny black hair that reached all the way to the middle of her back.

Jack wondered where in the states the young