Disclaimer: I do not own the plot of "Secret Window", or Mort Rainey. I did
however create the character of Elyse and that is the only person I own.
The finished cob of corn hit the butter soaked plate.
"Mmm, always good." Said Mort Rainey, adorned in glasses and silver braces that cover his pearly white teeth. In front of him sat a laptop with about four finished lines of text and the cursor flashing at the end. One would also notice a half empty pack of cigarettes lying on the desk. And he claims he doesn't smoke.
"I'm stuck again." He muttered, picking up the ever so classic silver slinky. Ever since he murdered his wife and Ted, he seemed to have luck writing; until now.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knocking on his door. "Maybe they'll just go away." He said to himself. But whoever it was wasn't going anywhere for the knocking persisted.
I'm coming, I'm coming." Mort sighed walking down the stairs.
He opened the door to see a beautiful young woman standing there. "What can I do for you?" he asks.
"I read your book Secret Window, and I knew that I had to meet you. I love your writing and I liked your picture." You said blushing. "I was also hoping to get some advice."
"Advice on what?" he questioned her. He couldn't help but feel the passion behind her eyes when she was talking to him.
"Advice on writing. I love writing and I thought that maybe you could help." She stared into his deep brown eyes. They were mysterious, yet they yearned to be free. She could tell that he had been living here for a while and that he just wanted out.
"Come in. Can I get you something to drink?" he said closing the door behind her.
"Do you have any Diet Coke?" She asked looking for a place to sit, and decided on an armchair.
"Sorry I only have Mountain Dew or water."
"Mountain Dew is fine." He returned a moment later carrying two Dews. He handed one to her, then made his way to the couch.
"Obviously you know who I am, but what's your name?" he inquired taking a sip of the electric lime colored drink.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! How could I forget to tell my name? I'm Elyse." She said shaking his hand.
"So Elyse, do you happen to have something that I could read?"
"Of course. It's not great, I mean I'm no prize winning author, but I like to try." She handed him a binder which encased her novella. He began reading and they sat in silence.
After about five minutes and fifteen pages, he looked up at her.
"It sucks doesn't it?" She said, definitely unsure about her own work.
"Actually no it doesn't. This is written very well. May I keep it to read later?"
"Yeah sure, I have several copies." She said, glad to hear that he liked it.
"Okay, thanks." He said setting the book down. They sat in silence, not meeting each other's eye. Mort decided to speak first. "Oh, if you want I'll read it and we can discuss it over dinner." It had been a while since he 'asked someone out' and he felt a little odd.
"Dinner?" She didn't want to object, though it may have seemed that way.
"Yeah, unless you don't want to." He hung his head slightly still looking at her.
"No! I mean dinner would be great." She was glad to say that. There was a certain something about him that captivated her, made her want to keep going. So she didn't ignore her feelings.
"Great. Be back here around six and we'll take my car."
"Sounds awesome." She said rising to go to the door. He opened it and then walked her to her car.
"See you later Elyse."
"You too Mort." They shook hands and she got into her car. In a matter of minutes she was going back up the gravel drive to her hotel.
"Dinner is going to be great." She thought.
A/N: Hey everyone!! This is my first Secret Window fic. Let me know what you think. I think it's going to be fun to write but I don't know for sure yet. Thanks for reading.
The finished cob of corn hit the butter soaked plate.
"Mmm, always good." Said Mort Rainey, adorned in glasses and silver braces that cover his pearly white teeth. In front of him sat a laptop with about four finished lines of text and the cursor flashing at the end. One would also notice a half empty pack of cigarettes lying on the desk. And he claims he doesn't smoke.
"I'm stuck again." He muttered, picking up the ever so classic silver slinky. Ever since he murdered his wife and Ted, he seemed to have luck writing; until now.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knocking on his door. "Maybe they'll just go away." He said to himself. But whoever it was wasn't going anywhere for the knocking persisted.
I'm coming, I'm coming." Mort sighed walking down the stairs.
He opened the door to see a beautiful young woman standing there. "What can I do for you?" he asks.
"I read your book Secret Window, and I knew that I had to meet you. I love your writing and I liked your picture." You said blushing. "I was also hoping to get some advice."
"Advice on what?" he questioned her. He couldn't help but feel the passion behind her eyes when she was talking to him.
"Advice on writing. I love writing and I thought that maybe you could help." She stared into his deep brown eyes. They were mysterious, yet they yearned to be free. She could tell that he had been living here for a while and that he just wanted out.
"Come in. Can I get you something to drink?" he said closing the door behind her.
"Do you have any Diet Coke?" She asked looking for a place to sit, and decided on an armchair.
"Sorry I only have Mountain Dew or water."
"Mountain Dew is fine." He returned a moment later carrying two Dews. He handed one to her, then made his way to the couch.
"Obviously you know who I am, but what's your name?" he inquired taking a sip of the electric lime colored drink.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! How could I forget to tell my name? I'm Elyse." She said shaking his hand.
"So Elyse, do you happen to have something that I could read?"
"Of course. It's not great, I mean I'm no prize winning author, but I like to try." She handed him a binder which encased her novella. He began reading and they sat in silence.
After about five minutes and fifteen pages, he looked up at her.
"It sucks doesn't it?" She said, definitely unsure about her own work.
"Actually no it doesn't. This is written very well. May I keep it to read later?"
"Yeah sure, I have several copies." She said, glad to hear that he liked it.
"Okay, thanks." He said setting the book down. They sat in silence, not meeting each other's eye. Mort decided to speak first. "Oh, if you want I'll read it and we can discuss it over dinner." It had been a while since he 'asked someone out' and he felt a little odd.
"Dinner?" She didn't want to object, though it may have seemed that way.
"Yeah, unless you don't want to." He hung his head slightly still looking at her.
"No! I mean dinner would be great." She was glad to say that. There was a certain something about him that captivated her, made her want to keep going. So she didn't ignore her feelings.
"Great. Be back here around six and we'll take my car."
"Sounds awesome." She said rising to go to the door. He opened it and then walked her to her car.
"See you later Elyse."
"You too Mort." They shook hands and she got into her car. In a matter of minutes she was going back up the gravel drive to her hotel.
"Dinner is going to be great." She thought.
A/N: Hey everyone!! This is my first Secret Window fic. Let me know what you think. I think it's going to be fun to write but I don't know for sure yet. Thanks for reading.