I hope Gus isn’t driving the 235 today. Sometimes he’s real mean. One time I fell asleep on the bus and after he was done with work he drove the bus out to the smelter and woke me up. He told me the bus had been in an accident and that we had died and gone to hell. He said the other passengers went to heaven and he was going to follow them up but I couldn’t go. I got off the bus and he drove away. I could hear him laughing. I had to walk all the way home. I don’t like Gus.
A place to store the things I write. The posts are listed from oldest to newest in the archive list, that is really the best way to read them. For now everything here is fiction.
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