COREY'S PART TWO

Sorry I'm late with part two but here it is.

This story has a meaning. I could tell you but then you wouldn't get it. But if you get it I won't have to tell you.

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I came by one evening and he didn't answer my shout. So, I knocked on the door, no answer. I looked through the window to see that his fire in the stove was out. Then I broke in, only to find old John wouldn't be telling stories anymore.

The sceme at the graveyard was like his life, sad and lonely. There was just the three of us, the grave digger, me and the preacher who said, "Don't worry about this man God cares." Then they put the cold earth over him and I thought I was alone.

I got up to leave and discoverd a woman standing beside me. I said, " If you're a relative, I just want to let you to know John was a friend of mine, and he died peacefully in his sleep." She said to me, " My name is Corey, and I'm just a friend." A shiver went down my spine and I remembered John saying "My Corey's coming no more sad story's coming."

Well that's the old man's story. I'm glad you came tonight because this railroad station gets a little lonely for me up here all by myself.

People wonder why a young man would live up here and work a job that pays so little. I confess I miss the old man a bit. But there is one more reason I stay up here at this depot.

Can't you see my Corey's coming, and I won't be telling any more sad stories. She'll be my midnight, moonlight, morning glory, and like he told me, that when she holds me she'll enfold me in her world.

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Corey (Part 1)

Old John Joseph was a lonely old man. He lived in a train depot in the rail yard just outside of town and, he lived their many years.

He has been their since the days when they had a lot of trains going thorough town. Now they are down to only one freight train a week. So old John had nothing to worry about but time.

I came by in the evenings to hear his stories, and hear about the places he's been, he'd just say "come in kid, let's see where should I start tonight". He would tell me stories of an existing past of travel and adventures. but he would always end with his story of Corey.

He'd would always say " My Corey's coming , There will be no more sad stories, no more lonely days or nights, and like I said before , when she holds you she will enfold you in her world."

I guess I was surprised by all the places he has been and all the things he has done. So I started asking around town if the stories were true. They told me, old John Joseph was born in this town and lived here all his life. No one could ever remember him being more then twenty five miles from his depot.

I checked around some more and found out he's never had a girlfriend let alone a wife, and no one by the name of Corey ever lived in this town.

END OF PART ONE-------------------------I'm going to try something different. I'm going to tell a story in two parts to keep from having to many words for some of my readers. I think it might be fun. I'll see you tomorrow.