The Last Story

in a sanctum? Well, here it is, Tunes again, and this is your ghost toast to the squeaking trouble. The nice story is called the last story. It's an original radio play by Christopher Mayo. And our star is Richard Whitmark, who plays the role of Tony Mune, the main coast fishing village.

Down the cold, where fishing folks go to bed early, to the lullaby of the surf and the breweries of shore. But this night there is a new note added to the lullaby. A discordant note, which for all its strangeness, serves only to keep awake.

A man responsible for it. Anthony Muir, the young newspaper man from the city, is typing curiously, while his bride sleeps in the other room of their fisherman's coffee. The dead fingers cannot tight. A dead heart cannot eat.

But that's the end of a story that began when my paper sent me here to flounder cold to do a story on fishermen. I spent my first morning sizing up the town. And about noon I found myself walking along a rocky bluff away from the village.

I was approaching a little great church and a little grey cemetery. And the grass is lush by the large tombstone. Mother, give me some time. Tell me, tell me that I'm not a murderer. But I feel that you are much.

Sorry, Miss. I was passing by and, well, I couldn't help hearing you. You... you heard me? Hey, wait a minute, don't go. I'll leave you alone if you like. Who are you? Tony Muse. I didn't mean to ease drugs.

All right. What you heard me say would have heard from the others. She stayed here a while. This grave's here. Very surement to be someone I mean. I'm late as surement. She was my mother.