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The Glass Top Coffin (standard:drama, 1455 words) [8/12] show all parts | |||
Author: Stephen-Carver Byrd | Added: Dec 31 2002 | Views/Reads: 2553/1882 | Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
***Part 8*** The Christmas Miracle Of Falls Hills | |||
“THE GLASS TOP COFFIN” ***Part 8*** The Christmas Miracle Of Falls Hills By Stephen Bryan (HurricaneWarning) December 25th 1963 The joyous Christmas spirit that normally surrounds Falls Hills were absent this year. It was equally the same across the country. The Nation's 35th president had just been laid to rest less than four weeks earlier. However, it was especially sad for this small community due to the loss of their beloved Santa, Wendil Moore. Madelyn handed Jordan a large, heavy present. Since it was expensive, she explained, it would be his only gift. After Jordan tore open the wrappings, his mouth fell open and his eyes danced with joy. Madelyn helped him pull the large, brand new typewriter from the box. The boy got to his feet and began jogging in place, then leaped into his mother's arms and smothered her in kisses. Jordan ran to his bedroom and returned with a sheet of paper, inserted it, and began pecking away at light speed. After a few minutes, he rose from the floor and walked over to the small Christmas tree. Jordan handed his mother a square, thin present that he had picked out and wrapped himself. Madelyn slowly opened it in guarded optimism. It was just what she was hoping for, the newest “Roy Orbison” album---her favorite singer. She hugged Jordan warmly then put the record on to play. Jordan returned to his new typewriter and to the heartrending beat of “Only the lonely”, he began writing his very first “typed” story. Outside the small trailer there was a strange commotion going on. Jordan recognized it first. It was the sound of car horns blowing all over the community. Even the fire station's siren was blasting irrepressible through the cold, raw air. Normally, Christmas morning in Falls Hills was as quiet as light falling snow. Jordan and his mother knew that something must be terribly wrong. She turned down the record player and they both looked out the front door. Madelyn put a hand over her mouth to suppress a scream. Jordan stood frozen, dazed and in shock. Sitting before them was that familiar brown box with two double-crossed white and red ribbons. Attached to the box were a huge blue bow and a large greeting card. “It can't be, Jordi, it just can‘t....,” Madelyn said, shaking. Jordan walked up to the box and looked at the writing on the card. “It's his alright, Mom, I recognize his handwriting. Come on, help me get it inside.” As they began to pick the large box up, they discovered it was as light as air. “I don't think there's much in it,” Jordan said, picking up the box by himself and carrying it into the small living room. Madelyn plucked the greeting card from the box and read it aloud. Dear Madelyn and Jordi: So you thought you were going to get rid of me that easily...well think again. No, I am not a ghost or some fool miracle worker. I'm too ornery for that mushy stuff. These boxes have been sitting in my garage for the past year. I placed all the necessary items inside and sealed them shut then gave explicit instructions that they be delivered to everyone on my list in the event that something should happen to me. Everyone received the exact same thing expect for the adjustments I had to make with various families. However, it will be the last gift that this Santa will unfortunately ever bring. Please use it with a mind of wisdom and with the warmth of a Falls Hills summer day. Forever yours in heart and spirit, Wendil L. Moore They opened the heavily sealed box and found inside three white envelopes. One was addressed to Madelyn and other two were addressed to Jordan. Madelyn opened hers first. She pulled out a small rectangular piece of paper and stared at it blankly. The first line read, “Pay To The Order Of: Madelyn K. Taylor” The following line read, “The Amount Click here to read the rest of this story (103 more lines)
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