Short Story Number 2
The Last House On The Road The road was supposed to be closed for only a few days. At least, that’s what the sign has been saying for the past week. “Are you kidding me?” Jake said, slamming his head against the steering wheel. “Now we have to go all the way around?” “Dude, it’s like a five-minute difference. It’s not the end of the world,” Mason said from the passenger seat. “Five minutes turns into twenty with my luck,”…