Harry stood in line at Devan's with a pack of butter and a thing of salt. In front of him was the post office woman, and he leaned over to her, smiling at her to get her attention. "Hi," he said softly. She looked at him with a nervous face and nodded.
"H-hi," she said, turning back to the cashier.
"Braces," he said, pointing to his teeth. "Getting a few things straitened out." She nodded but did not look at him. "You know, I was wondering, if you weren't busy later on..."
"Keep the change," she said to the cashier and hurried out with her things. Harry watched her go, shrugged, and turned back to pay for his things.
The sheriff stepped into Harry's house to find ears of corn almost flooding the kitchen. He seemed to have been growing a lot of it lately, right where he had always talked about planting a garden.
"Mr. Potter?" he called. Harry looked over the banister and smiled. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately too.
"Sir, I didn't here you come in," he said with a smile. "Come on up."
He climbed the steps and faced him, arms folded over his chest. "I'm glad you're here," said Harry, turning from his computer. "I could use the break. Been typing right through lunch. It's crazy."
"Yeah," said the sheriff, though he didn't look to pleased to be there. "Listen, I came here to tell you that I know what you did, and sooner or later we'll have enough evidence to lock you away." Harry nodded, but didn't seem too offended. In fact, he didn't seem to have a clue as to what he was talking about. "In the mean time, we're requesting that you do your shopping somewhere else and stay out of the village. You make the people nervous." Harry nodded.
"Sure," he said. The sheriff nodded and turned to go. "You know," said Harry, making the sheriff turn to listen to him. "The only thing that matters is the ending. That's the most important part of the story, the ending. And this one," he gestured to the screen. "This one is really good." He sat back as the sheriff left, and read it to himself one last time.
"I can do it," Todd Downey said, helping himself to another ear of corn from the steaming bowl. "I think that in time every bit of her will be gone, and her death will become a mystery, even to me..."
Deep underneath the ground, surrounded by roots from cornstalks, two bodies lay forgetten about, rotting away with no one to care. And up in his office, Harry sunk he teeth into another ear of corn.
(A/N: That's it! The End! Disturbing, maybe, but that's right up my alley. Tootles!)