THE GLASS TOP COFFIN - ***epilogue*** (standard:drama, 462 words) [12/12] show all parts
Author: Stephen-Carver Byrd	Added: Jan 07 2003	Views/Reads: 2653/0	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
***epilogue*** - This warm story concludes with an amazing ending

THE GLASS TOP COFFIN 

By: Stephen Bryan - HurricaneWarning 

***epilogue*** 

After a 43 year career in the newspaper industry, the older gentleman
decided it was time to allow another generation a fair chance to the 
chaotic game. Although the newspaper business had always been his 
life-long calling, he had also deeply invested into the stock market as 
a younger man. At the date of his retirement he was worth well over 
fifteen million dollars. 

His wife, terminally ill after three grinding years of breast cancer,
would now need his full time attention. But this was not the location 
that he sought to spend his final years and perhaps his wife's last 
final months. The older man was weary of fighting his way within the 
enormity of such a large city. So in the fall of 1954, he and his 
beloved wife, settled into a much smaller community within the state of 
North Carolina. For the first time in many years the elderly man felt 
the bliss of solitude that he hadn't experienced since a boy in rural 
Kentucky. At long last, he was now content amidst this newfound world 
of Falls Hills. 

Over the next nine years he would put his whole heart and soul into this
small, tucked-away hamlet. It would be a place where he would give to a 
young boy the treasure of words and show him how to carefully assemble 
those words to create fresh new worlds within his young mind, a mind 
that would someday touch the hearts of millions of people. 

The old man dearly loved the small community and the community dearly
loved him as well. Shortly before his death, the old man had suddenly 
realized that his life had been exhausted on a career that seized 
everything yet gave nothing in return except monetary value. Now, even 
in death, the old man could still be happy. For he had finally 
accomplished something that had a clear and purposeful meaning. That 
was all that he needed for death's long and deep slumber. For the very 
first time he had found true happiness and love. But most of all, he 
had felt it all returned through the heart of a young boy and a 
wonderful community. 

This story was written in it's entirety to the memory of Wendil L.
Moore: Executive Editor and Publisher of the New York Times. Circa: 
1932 - 1954 

****** 

Bring tea for the Tillerman 

Steak for the sun 

Wine for the women who made the rain come 

Seagulls sing your hearts away 

'Cause while the sinners sin, the children play 

Oh Lord how they play and play 

For that happy day, for that happy day 

---Cat Stevens 

A wholehearted, thank you, for reading “The Glass Top Coffin.” 

--- Stephen Bryan (HurricaneWarning) 


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