The Great Gatsby: A Short Story

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The tour bus clattered over the rough, rocky surface at an inappropriately rapid pace. The vast desert landscape swept by the windows, blurring the sagebrush into one huge mass of brown. Loud, Midwestern voices filled the cramped interior. Vast expanses of floral patterned shirts assaulted the eyes. The tour was unused to such exotic foods as a “taco” or a “burrito”, and as a result, the air had a higher methane concentration then any Wisconsin dairy farm. Bobby Reagan, a burly, retired construction worker, sat at the back of the bus with his wife. The other people on the tour had long since tired of his incessant flatulence, and loud stories about “loading a bobcat onto a beavertail”, and as a result, had moved to the front of the bus, leaving Bobby alone with his wife, Ethel. For the first time since leaving Wisconsin, Bobby sat in silence. He was bored of the landscape, and longed for a hot dog. He didn’t even want to come to Mexico, but Ethel had begged for a vacation, and Mexico was the best deal he could find. Now, as he gazed out at the vast expanse of nothingness, he could see why. The bus driver, an ancient fossil of a …show more content…

He was lying in a long line of lifeless bodies. He noticed that the workers were in the bus retrieving more victims. He carefully turned his head, and was horrified to see a device resembling a wood chipper at the end of the line. He quickly put his head back down, and returned to his simulated state of unconsciousness. More bodies were deposited by his side, and he recognized the familiar smell of his wife next to him. He surreptitiously grabbed her wrist, and felt no pulse. She was dead. Once the footsteps were gone, he opened his eyes. The attendants were inside the bus. He began to army crawl feverishly toward the bus, slithering over the smooth floor like a drop of water over a window coated in rainex. With one final heave, he slid his expansive bulk under the

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