Creative Writing: A Grim Conclusion

Part I of Essay
The early morning sun had just begun to rise over the tree-tops, spilling a deep red glow across the sky. An old man in brown trousers and a green tweed jacket strode briskly down the path through the park, swinging his cane and whistling softly into the breeze. He smile ....

Part II of Essay
.... may I sit beside you. I need a rest, and this is the best seat in the park." The old man hesitated slightly and forced a friendly smile, "Of course." He paused as the man sat down, "Do you have a name, son?" The man smiled, "My friends call me Stan. And you...?" "Gregory McFinnly." He shook Stan’s hand firmly and suppressed a yawn. "Its a beautiful morning." Stan nodded and turned to face the sunset, "Its too bad it all has to end." "What?" Gregory cocked his head. "It’ll be all over soon," He smiled faintly. "I work for the go ....