By Daniel Clark
I waved good morning to Mr. Darlow on my way past the cemetery. He didn’t reciprocate, of course.
Knowing that he’d been an avid reader, the next time I was passing I fetched him a novel. I went back a few days later to pick up the soggy wads of unread pages.
Before long I was visiting every day. I varied my offerings, but he showed no interest in smoking cigars, eating jam rolls, playing the flute, or kicking footballs.
When he finally passed away, I watched Mr. Darlow hop gratefully into the grave, relieved to be back by her side.
Really well written and poignant. A very touching story.
Good story, Daniel. To capture these feelings in song, I suggest searching for “Hello in There,” written by John Prine.
I like the way this story is written and I found it thought-provoking.
Touching indeed. I liked his ‘hop gratefully…’