A/N: I am not trying to satirize Stephen King's work, but I think that it
would have been more complete if he had included this in his book "Secret
Window, Secret Garden". After finishing this novel, I felt not quite
complete, and I realized that for me to appreciate this story in it's
entirety I need to know what it was based around. For this reason, I
decided to write my interpretation of the story "Sowing Season" as told by
Mort Rainey. The first and very last paragraphs of this story (I will
indicate the very last paragraph when we come to it) are copyrighted by
Stephen King; Although I use them without his permission, I am
acknowledging that I was not original in this idea or those two paragraphs,
and I am merely filling out the middle of a story.
PLEASE REVIEW, I REALLY WANT CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM HERE!
"Sowing Season"
Scarlett and her Beans
A woman who would steal your love when your love was all you had wasn't much of a woman- that, at least, was Tommy Havelock's opinion. He decided to kill her. He even knew the place he would do it, the exact place: the little patch of garden she kept in the extreme angle formed where the house and the barn came together.
Tommy's wife Scarlett was, in his mother's words, a "cold hearted bitch". Tommy, however, didn't heed his mother's wise warning and went ahead and tied the knot. The knot started out a simple square knot; there were no kinks in the cord, and their marriage was going splendid, thank you very much. But as the years went by, the cord tangled under the strain of Scarlett's controlling, loveless attitude towards Tom. After ten years, the knot was so knobby and intricate that even if Tom had courage enough to file for divorce, it would have been impossible to unravel.
In all actuality, Scarlett was not completely loveless. She loved two things, and two things only. She loved her garden, and she adored what she grew in it: beans. Every single spring, she planted her beans, and all the way until October she spent day in and day out puttering around in it, completely neglecting everything else. During the winter months she diligently ignored her husband. She didn't have a job; she opted for the title of "Housewife". In Tom's eyes, her job was "Fat Bitch Who Does Nothing Except For Order Tom Around And Cook Pot After Pot Of Beans".
If you had known Scarlett, you would have agreed with Tom wholeheartedly. Whenever she wasn't in her garden, she sat her ample behind in a sagging mauve easy chair while Tom labored ceaselessly. In the Havelock household, common phrases uttered were not "Honey, let's go out for dinner, ok?" or "Sweetie Pie, do you mind taking out the trash for me?" What was more frequently said was "Tom, get me another beer... NOW!" and "Scarlett, I really am getting sick and tired of these beans." That last phrase was not spoken to Scarlett, however. During Tom's free time (limited if any), he would station himself in front of their bathroom mirror and practice putting down his wife. Tom was a complete and total coward when it came to his commanding wife. Maybe (not likely), if someone had told her that she was intimidating and a haggard old crone, she might have possibly been a bit nicer, but no one could screw up enough courage to do so. So she went on as an overpowering hag, and our story goes on...
A/N: There's the first chapter! Somewhat of an introduction, hope you like it! R&R!
"Sowing Season"
Scarlett and her Beans
A woman who would steal your love when your love was all you had wasn't much of a woman- that, at least, was Tommy Havelock's opinion. He decided to kill her. He even knew the place he would do it, the exact place: the little patch of garden she kept in the extreme angle formed where the house and the barn came together.
Tommy's wife Scarlett was, in his mother's words, a "cold hearted bitch". Tommy, however, didn't heed his mother's wise warning and went ahead and tied the knot. The knot started out a simple square knot; there were no kinks in the cord, and their marriage was going splendid, thank you very much. But as the years went by, the cord tangled under the strain of Scarlett's controlling, loveless attitude towards Tom. After ten years, the knot was so knobby and intricate that even if Tom had courage enough to file for divorce, it would have been impossible to unravel.
In all actuality, Scarlett was not completely loveless. She loved two things, and two things only. She loved her garden, and she adored what she grew in it: beans. Every single spring, she planted her beans, and all the way until October she spent day in and day out puttering around in it, completely neglecting everything else. During the winter months she diligently ignored her husband. She didn't have a job; she opted for the title of "Housewife". In Tom's eyes, her job was "Fat Bitch Who Does Nothing Except For Order Tom Around And Cook Pot After Pot Of Beans".
If you had known Scarlett, you would have agreed with Tom wholeheartedly. Whenever she wasn't in her garden, she sat her ample behind in a sagging mauve easy chair while Tom labored ceaselessly. In the Havelock household, common phrases uttered were not "Honey, let's go out for dinner, ok?" or "Sweetie Pie, do you mind taking out the trash for me?" What was more frequently said was "Tom, get me another beer... NOW!" and "Scarlett, I really am getting sick and tired of these beans." That last phrase was not spoken to Scarlett, however. During Tom's free time (limited if any), he would station himself in front of their bathroom mirror and practice putting down his wife. Tom was a complete and total coward when it came to his commanding wife. Maybe (not likely), if someone had told her that she was intimidating and a haggard old crone, she might have possibly been a bit nicer, but no one could screw up enough courage to do so. So she went on as an overpowering hag, and our story goes on...
A/N: There's the first chapter! Somewhat of an introduction, hope you like it! R&R!