Eddie was dead. All completely dead.
The coroner signed the papers.
Only seven people heard the preacher’s words, six hired pall-bearers and a homeless guy looking for a cup of coffee.
The workers buried the box.
Some say Eddie died too soon. Truth is, Eddie never lived, only died.
John Fowler served twenty years in the US Air Force before retiring and starting a second career in the IT field. He is also a Lay Pastor serving a small church near his home in Texas. His hobbies include reading, golfing, and writing.
How sad that there are so many eddies in this world. We all know one. How wonderful that there are also people in our world who recognize that these sad souls exist and also possess the elequent vocabulary to shine a light on this sadness and do it in only fifty words!
Dear Rev Fowler, really enjoyed your story “The Funeral”.
Your story really made me think
In many ways, I am Eddie :(
However, I have found Jesus, so I am never really alone.
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This sad reality is even more pronounced today in our fast paced robot kind of world. Well done, John. 50 words embedded in my mind with hopes of becoming more aware of “Eddies.”
Doesn’t this only have 49 words?