Fading Glory

GV Rama Rao By GV Rama Rao, 16th Apr 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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A short story about a writer who started getting recognition.

Fading Glory


Charles returned from the Rotary Club meeting with a heady feeling and savoring the single malt scotch and the excellent food provided by the Marriot hotel. Above all, the words of the president of the club kept ringing in his ears. The president hailed him as the Author of the Town and praised his work. The Mayor, the chief guest, had put a sash around him and presented a memento.
Charles fondled the small memento as if it were an Oscar, carefully folded the sash and stowed it along with the memento in the chest of drawers where he kept his souvenirs. The drawer, albeit small, has been getting filled with some trinkets and gifts.
When he changed into pajamas and slipped under the comforter, he felt at peace with himself. At last he got some recognition as a writer and author. Instead of spending hours thinking of a plot, characters and their development, he slipped into a peaceful slumber.
Following morning when he started work in his study, in his two bedroom apartment, he took the stack of envelopes on his desk. More than half of them were bills, a couple of checks, one from his publisher and the second from the editor of the magazine that had bought his story, and the rest was his fan mail. The checks more than covered the bills, and the number of his fans has been increasing.
He smiled, for there was no need to dig into the legacy left by his father a few years ago. He was making money as a writer. “Oh, at last!” He sighed, bent backwards in the chair, put his feet up the table and stretched himself. The springs in the chair stretched to provide maxim mum support to their owner.
The scenes of the night before when the president of the Rotary club spoke about his work, his style of writing and the glorious future he had predicted flashed before his eyes. While he let the scenes play repeatedly, he reveled watching every frame of the scene and started doodling.
The doorbell chimed a sweet note but disturbed Charles. Annoyed, he opened the door with a frown on his face and found it difficult to smile when he saw Martha.
Dressed in a pink, flowery dress, she looked fresh and fetching, but not to Charles at that moment.
“What’s wrong? Why the frown? Aren’t you happy to see me?” she asked.
“Of course, I’m always happy to see you at any time, come in,” he said and kissed her.
“I thought so, but you look different, far different from your normal self.”
“Never mind. Guess what, last night the Mayor of the city had put a sash around me and the president of the Rotary Club called me the writer of the town.”
“I’m so glad you got your due at last. Now you’re somebody-the author of the town. Why aren’t you happy?”
“Of course I’m glad. In fact, happier than ever before.”
“I’m not sure. You don’t look it,” she said as she sat in the chair beside his workstation.
“It was a dream come true. You don’t know how I slogged all these years, making incremental progress and putting up with numerous rejection slips. It took many years of hard work and perseverance to get my work finally accepted. Now I ‘am a published author, and I’m selling my stories. I’m making money, mind you, not a fortune, but more than enough to cover my bills. Above all, I got some fans and admirers today. I’ve people following me on Twitter. To crown it all, the Mayor called me the author of the town. I’m on my way up and waiting for the next step, a big check, a new house and an expensive car.”
“Is that all?”
“Of course, money to buy a diamond ring, taking you to the altar and finally marital bliss with you.”
“I’m glad you didn’t leave me out in your dreams. Honestly, something is troubling you. It’s obvious. You can’t hide it. Why don’t you share with me whatever it is?”
“Look Martha, see the pile of my fan mail. It’s growing by the day.” He put his arm around her waist and presented the stack of letters.
Martha had a quick glance and could see how his fans, albeit not many, eulogized his work and egged him on to write more fascinating stuff. Then she noticed a thick envelope next to the laptop.
“What’s this Charlie, MS of your new novel?”
Charles’ smile turned into a frown again.
“No, I’m still working on the plot for the next novel. It’s the work of one rookie writer. John on the fourth street wants me to take a look at his work and give him the feedback.”
“How is it? What did you tell him?”
“I’m not through with it. I’ll let him know in a day or two.”
“How long since it has been with you?”
“A couple of weeks, no, maybe, a month.”
“C’mon Charlie don’t be unkind to him. You kept it for almost a month without reading it. I can’t believe it. It’s unlike you. Wonder what he must be feeling.”
“I couldn’t spare time, Martha,” he said and turned away from her.
“Remember the days you were struggling to find an agent a publisher. He must be going through the same pangs. Why don’t you give him a leg up?”
“Sure. I’ll certainly help him. I’ll give him the feedback he wants and advise how to improve his work. Rest assured.”
“I’m not sure as you’ve kept it on your desk for a month. Shall I take it for reading? How could you be so unkind to a budding writer? If I were you, I’d tell him my opinion now.”
Charles stood and moved around the room wringing his hands. He rearranged the books on his bookshelf and moved around the room doing some trivial tasks. He shuffled around the room adjusting things on the tables, although there was no need for it.
“Come on, Charlie, you are hiding something from me. What’s it?” She moved closer, kissed him and said, “Get it off your chest.”
“OK, Martha, I don’t want to hide anything from you, today or ever,” he said. Martha moved closer to the workstation to pick up the MS of the new author. Then she saw a paper with two lines drawn on it. One was a vertical line about six inches, and the other a foot taller than the first.
“What’s this? Are you trying your hand at drawing?”
“No, I was just doodling.”
“I get it,” she said and slumped in her chair.
As they sat in silence, watching each other, the telephone rang. It was John, the aspiring writer.
Martha watched the contours of Charlie’s face change as he listened and finally, heard him say, “John, I’ve been through your MS. It sure shows a lot of promise, but you need to work on it, a lot. I’d say it’s a work in progress, and I’m happy to help you.”
When he hung up, Martha looked at him with scorn and stormed out the door.


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author avatar GV Rama Rao
I am a retired naval officer and a published author with three books to my credit. I am a winner of nanowrimo competition for 2008,9, &10. I like humor best..

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author avatar MarilynDavisatTIERS
16th Apr 2014 (#)

Good evening, G.V. Glad you are back writing. Interesting read. ~Marilyn

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
17th Apr 2014 (#)

Thank you Marilyn for your comment.

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author avatar Fern Mc Costigan
17th Apr 2014 (#)

Interesting indeed!

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
17th Apr 2014 (#)

Thanks for your visit and comment.

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author avatar wonder
17th Apr 2014 (#)

I liked reading this, so vividly described.

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
17th Apr 2014 (#)

My dear wonder,
Welcome to my pages and thanks for your comment.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
17th Apr 2014 (#)

Gripping till the end, fascinating GVR, thanks - siva

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
17th Apr 2014 (#)

Thanks Shiva for your comment.

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author avatar WOGIAM
19th Apr 2014 (#)

Thanks for sharing this story. Cheers

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
20th Apr 2014 (#)

My dear WOGIAM,
Welcome to my pages and thanks for your comment.

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author avatar Kingwell
25th Apr 2014 (#)

Enjoyed reading this. Thank you for sharing.

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
25th Apr 2014 (#)

My dear kingwell,
Thanks for your appreciation.

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author avatar Phyl Campbell
28th May 2014 (#)

I don't get it. Why didn't he tell her it wasn't that great? Why do husbands keep things from their wives (or vice versa)? Wives (or v.v.) know when something is wrong -- you alluded to it in your story. So why did he just not say?

I was gripped by your characters. I liked your story. But I want to know why some people hide mundane facts that will come out anyway. Obviously this fiction article hits home and had life truth for me -- well done.

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
2nd Jun 2014 (#)

My dear Phyl,
Sorry for the belated reply and thanks for a profound comment. Some people act in a strange way.

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author avatar Ankit Mahapatra
8th Jun 2014 (#)

Nice one...

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
9th Jun 2014 (#)

My dear Ankit,
Welcome to my pages and thanks for your comment.

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author avatar randytramp
24th Sep 2014 (#)

This is interesting.

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
24th Sep 2014 (#)

My dear randytramp,
Thanks for your visit and comment..

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author avatar Retired
28th Jan 2015 (#)

Great story, I am looking forward to your next one. Thank you.

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
29th Jan 2015 (#)

My dear Carmen,
Welcome to my pages and thanks for your comment.

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