"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players." A slim book is closed and gently slid onto the shelf in Dewey order. "If it were only as simple and beautiful as that. Tybalt fading proudly, a love known at first sight." Henry pushed his cart down the aisle to his next stop. The decades of yarns gathered here are just as strong as his favorite childhood memories. When Henry came in the next morning he saw the glances. He wished this day would never come but knew it was inescapable.
"Could I get everyone's attention?" voiced Vaughn. "I have to break one of my most sacred rules speaking in this loud of a voice but today is an event worthy of such a rare occasion." The few gathered work a smile at the tried joke. "In my time I have never met someone who has appreciated the written word more than my friend Henry. I'd be surprised if any here have walked in without seeing him heading somewhere with a book in his hand. And with this last day I would like to present you with this watch to commemorate all those years of diligence. Congratulations Henry." Vaughns' extended hand was accepted by Henry. This is the most time he has ever spent with his boss on any day. Maybe even the first hand shake. Neither can recall the events of the first day they met. Probably the second thinks Henry. Helen and Lela also give their congratulations. They at least had pleasant conversations in the morning or would mention unusual occurrences after a busy day. To them he will be missed. "
"What are you going to do with your time now?" asked Helen. Henry looked down at his hands. The right empty, left clutching the watch. "I don't know."
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