Mort woke to the sun beating down on him. He had no idea how long he had been there, floating in the lake. The body was gone and he couldn't think of a reasonable explanation as to what he saw. Soaked to the bone Mort made his way back to the cabin. His skin felt as if it was crawling with sand, and his hair was caked with mud. He needed a shower, but his shower door was still broken, but he didn't care. Mort let the hot water run, he quickly let the water roll down his body, the muck from the lake rolled away with the water. As he stepped out of the shower the phone rang, still soaking wet Mort made his way to the phone:
"Yep?" he questioned the caller.
There was a bit of a pause on the other end before a voice replied.
"I know you did this to me," the voice answered. The voice was harsh and groggy, like it hadn't been used for a while.
Then the person hung up the phone.
Creep, Mort thought to himself.
On his way over to his room, Mort glanced at his laptop, still blank.
A nap might help me to how do you say compose.
Mort wrapped himself in his favorite old striped bath rope and curled up on his worn couch.
Three hours later Mort woke with a start, to a scraping sound like metal scratching wood. He glanced out the window there was nothing out there,
This seclusion is getting to me again, Mort said out loud.
OK, I really need to get working
Mort now found himself staring at the all too familiar empty screen.
How did I do this before? He thought to himself, cracking his jaw.
Fed up with himself, Mort finally started to type whatever came to his head:
Todd Downey had finished off his garden of corn with much pleasure. It was the best corn he had ever tasted; each ear was better than the last. The folks around town thought so too. They always asked him what his secret way. Each time he replied the same way.
"Family Secret," he'd say with a devilish smirk.
Corn was out of season, and he had to admit to himself, he had so much fun planting and harvesting that crop that he felt that circumstances called for another batch. But it could never be the same, that fertilizer was the key and he could never get that back or could he?
"So I haven't completely lost my touch. But that's enough crap for one day," Mort said, pleased with himself. And with that he hit the save button and shut his laptop.
Mort swung around in his chair and right behind him, scratched into the wall were these words:
I know who you are, you can't hide it forever, Mort.