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Pot of Corn

Chapter two- Introductions

Mort snapped his fingers and quickly cracked his neck, before knocking on the door. It was his new neighbor. Which he conveniently found out was the lady he met in the woods. He rocked back and forth on his heels, waiting for her to answer. His hands shoved in his pockets.

He was wearing more now. A button down, blue shirt and a pair of old jeans he had. His ski hat, sat on his blonde colored hair.

The woman opened the door. Her dog Shadow, peeking out to see who it was. The dog started to growl at him. Mort gave the dog a curt smile before looking up at the woman.


"Hi. I happen to be your neighbor. I figured I'd come over since we weren't properly introduced yesterday." Mort said.

She gave him a smile, unsure smile. She tapped the dog in the nose, making him back up.

"Para ahora." She said to the Dog. He put his tail between his legs and walked away from the door. "I'm sorry about him." (Go in!)

"It's ok." Mort said. "May I come in?"

The woman looked behind her, checking to see if Shadow was there. Then back at Mort. "Only if you don't mind a growling Dog."

Mort gave a quick smile as she moved aside. He walked inside, taking in everything. The cabin was much like his, only smaller. It was only one floor and the house smelled of Mexican food. A small buzzer went off. Mort's eyebrows grew together.


"Sorry. That will be my dinner burning." She said, brushing past him. She walked into the small kitchen and turned off the oven. "Easy dinner in five steps, my ass." She mumbled, grabbing a spoon and stirring the substance.

"Having trouble?" Mort questioned.


"Yes. I seem to be horrible at cooking." She said, still staring at the pot. "I didn't catch your name. What is it?"

"Mort Rainey. Yours?" He said.

"I'm Kristina Fernando. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Rainey." She said, apparently giving up on the food. She held her hand to be shaken.

Mort took it and shook her hand. "Please. Call me Mort."

"Alright Mort. It was nice meeting you. I'm afraid I have to kick you out while I go get something from town to eat." She said, taking off the apron she was wearing, throwing it onto the messy kitchen table. Shadow was hiding under it.

Shadow peeked out and looked up at Mort. This time, he didn't bark or growl. Just stared.

Mort made an obscene gesture to the dog behind Kristina's back. Then he turned to her with a smile. "I must be going as well. I seem to be inspired to write again."

"Write again? You are a writer?" She questioned, turning off the oven. She grabbed the pot handle and poured the steaming pot's contains into the sink.

"Yes. I wrote a few books." He said, trying to be a little modest about it.

"I may have read one of them. I believe you're the author of Secret window, are you not?" She questioned, not looking up from her current job.

"Yes. It's one of my favorites." Mort said, shifting from one foot to the other.

"I liked it. Very… dark though. But it was a great story." She said. She released the pot and let it go into the sink. Then she turned to him. "I really must be going. You seem very Nice Mort. I'm sure we'll meet again."

He  gave her a smile. "I'm sure we will."

After that, Mort went straight home. He added more to the story.

The woman, not knowing what to do, paused in all actions. Her faithful hound growled at the man, protecting his master from harm. The man crept up to them, knowing he was getting closer to his goal at every step he dared to take.

  The woman didn't run, but stood against the man. She had no idea what he was. So, she had no reason to fret over the danger coming towards her. She stared, not able to move away from him. Her body, stiff from the anticipating process of knowledge that this man, or devil came to cause her harm for unknown reasons.

She ran from him, her body and instincts taking control. He was a killer. Her mind had processed. She ran and ran, getting as far away from him as possible.

She finally reached her safe house. Her faithful hound at her side. She patted his willing head and he lapped her hand in comfort. She stared at the rotten food that was no longer fresh enough for humans to consume. She was need more.

More. How would she get more? Why, going back out into the forest of course. Her mind wondered back to the man. He was a killer. He was out there.

"What shall I do?" She questioned herself. For, she would starve if she stayed there, and she would surely die at his hands if she left.

Mort paused. That was it. He couldn't write anymore. Nothing else was coming to his mind.

He reread the story he was starting. It seemed like a great start. But, no matter how good the start, he needed the prefect ending.

He sat back in his chair, pulling out a bag of chips and munching on them. He continued to stare at his laptop in slight confusion. Why was he only able to write after seeing this woman? Why did his writing stop after he wrote a part that seemed to be describing his interaction with her?

He gave a quirky smirk. "Maybe I'll just have to invent my own story."

He got up and paced around his house. Mumbling things to himself about what would make the best story. What did he want? Thriller, horror, or murder?

'Romance?' A voice in his head questioned.

He turned and saw himself standing there, crossed arms and with a smirk. The know-it-all self. He gave a slight sneer to that form of himself.

"Romance? Why that?" He questioned himself.

"You want someone who is going to thrill you like you do to your readers. Think Morty. You already have all the clues, yet you can't place the puzzle together, as usual." Said his other self, smirking at him.

"You're really full of yourself, did you know that?" Mort said, sitting down on his couch. His other self was already sitting next to him.

"You need a person other then me around and you know it. And that scares you." His other self said.

"What do you mean?" Mort questioned.

"Think about it genius." His other self said. It was at the bottom of the stairs now. "What if she found out? What if she knew why you love corn now? What do you think she will do about that? Let it go?"

Mort shifted his jaw around again. The braces he had put on came out in a weeks time. His glasses were already off and on the coffee table. Mort didn't really remember doing that though. He got up and put them back on.

His other self was gone now. He glanced around the room to make sure. He sighed and grabbed his car keys. It seemed he would be making a trip to the town, even though he was warned not to go there.

Another short chapter. :: sighs :: I'm sorry for it though. I seem to be doing that a lot lately. Putting short chapters up. I hope you can forgive me for that. Please review.