My Old Toyota Corolla
Chapter Four:
(Mort's POV)
When a celebrity walks into a random place they are immediately bombarded with a swarm of cameras and fans trailing their every moves. In my case, I felt like a celebrity minus all of the glamour, leaving me with a Sheriff breathing down my back. I sunk myself into my seat with my head buried in my hands.
Months ago Dave Newsome looked me in the eyes and strongly forbid me to come down into town anymore. With his stern face he described how it made the citizens feel, uncomfortable was the word. When this happened I didn't know what he was talking about, and to this single second I still don't think I understand his meaning but I kept my word and hardly made any appearances...until today. Now I was sitting here along side someone I hardly knew only to eat but I guess people can't do that anymore without having a bag over their heads. I should have done that. Stupid me.
"Listen Dave." I mumbled into my long sleeves before peeking my entire head out from its burrow. "I haven't shown up in a while and you know that."
He nodded slowly. His old face was scrunched making slight wrinkles form at the top of his brow, making him look older than he already was. He puckered his mouth and folded his arms across his chest. "Well Mort, I'm sorry but I can' let someone who's under suspicion of murder come around here. I know you might be innocent but to us it's highly unlikely."
By now my irritation was throbbing against my head, pounding to let it come out, but I strongly held down. I wanted this to be solved quickly and calmly.
"Who's that?" The Sheriffs head tilted to his meaning of the girl besides me. Parker! I had completely forgotten about her with these other things entering my mind. I was now wondering what she thought about me after he had carelessly blurted out my under suspicion. Don't get me wrong, I haven't been trying to woo Parker, but she's the first person who I've been able to interact with for quite some time. Being alone and forbidden to be social makes you lonely, I especially experienced that after my divorce with Amy.
"I'm Parker, sir." She piped up behind me. "I'm visiting."
"Is Mr. Rainey a relative?"
"My car had broken down, and Mort volunteered to drive me into town. But no, we're not related."
"Parker, why don't I help you call someone and we can see what the problem is with your car." Dave stepped back and pushed the door open with his hand. Only until a minute or two did Parker understand that he was indeed serious with her coming with him. The girl started to mumble incoherently as she exasperatedly stepped off of her seat and walked over to where her elder was standing. Then they took their leave without further adieu.
"Mister Rainey, I would appreciate it if you ordered carry out."
I bulged my cheeks out while I stared at my hamburger without the pickles. I was wondering if they forgot them on purpose. The air that was held inside my mouth escaped as I threw a side of the burger inside and tore off a small piece. My jaw mashed constantly against the meat, only pausing to taste the flavor that the food held, before I spat it unto its wrapping. I couldn't indulge this without knowing that my life was becoming hell.
I rocked myself in my cushioned chair back and forth while my feet rested on the edge of my desk. I tossed my meal aside and continued to try and bring up word processor. Soon enough the blank screen appeared and left me with a flashing cursor.
For any normal day when my life was good I would have some sort of story concocted in my brain and I would not sleep until I had a decent chapter or two. Now, since my life was heading in another direction I would have created nothing and would fall asleep trying to think of a story line worth writing out.
"Where is my creativity when I need it?" I blurted out.
Just as that was said the phone rang from downstairs. My eyes glared at the green telephone and my mind didn't even occur to react and run down to frantically grab at the receiver. It finally stopped after forever.
You all roc my sox! For reading you get my hugs, and for reviewing you get some clone kisses from Johnny. :D
/Nor/Savvy/ Previously StolenOranges
Chapter Four:
(Mort's POV)
When a celebrity walks into a random place they are immediately bombarded with a swarm of cameras and fans trailing their every moves. In my case, I felt like a celebrity minus all of the glamour, leaving me with a Sheriff breathing down my back. I sunk myself into my seat with my head buried in my hands.
Months ago Dave Newsome looked me in the eyes and strongly forbid me to come down into town anymore. With his stern face he described how it made the citizens feel, uncomfortable was the word. When this happened I didn't know what he was talking about, and to this single second I still don't think I understand his meaning but I kept my word and hardly made any appearances...until today. Now I was sitting here along side someone I hardly knew only to eat but I guess people can't do that anymore without having a bag over their heads. I should have done that. Stupid me.
"Listen Dave." I mumbled into my long sleeves before peeking my entire head out from its burrow. "I haven't shown up in a while and you know that."
He nodded slowly. His old face was scrunched making slight wrinkles form at the top of his brow, making him look older than he already was. He puckered his mouth and folded his arms across his chest. "Well Mort, I'm sorry but I can' let someone who's under suspicion of murder come around here. I know you might be innocent but to us it's highly unlikely."
By now my irritation was throbbing against my head, pounding to let it come out, but I strongly held down. I wanted this to be solved quickly and calmly.
"Who's that?" The Sheriffs head tilted to his meaning of the girl besides me. Parker! I had completely forgotten about her with these other things entering my mind. I was now wondering what she thought about me after he had carelessly blurted out my under suspicion. Don't get me wrong, I haven't been trying to woo Parker, but she's the first person who I've been able to interact with for quite some time. Being alone and forbidden to be social makes you lonely, I especially experienced that after my divorce with Amy.
"I'm Parker, sir." She piped up behind me. "I'm visiting."
"Is Mr. Rainey a relative?"
"My car had broken down, and Mort volunteered to drive me into town. But no, we're not related."
"Parker, why don't I help you call someone and we can see what the problem is with your car." Dave stepped back and pushed the door open with his hand. Only until a minute or two did Parker understand that he was indeed serious with her coming with him. The girl started to mumble incoherently as she exasperatedly stepped off of her seat and walked over to where her elder was standing. Then they took their leave without further adieu.
"Mister Rainey, I would appreciate it if you ordered carry out."
I bulged my cheeks out while I stared at my hamburger without the pickles. I was wondering if they forgot them on purpose. The air that was held inside my mouth escaped as I threw a side of the burger inside and tore off a small piece. My jaw mashed constantly against the meat, only pausing to taste the flavor that the food held, before I spat it unto its wrapping. I couldn't indulge this without knowing that my life was becoming hell.
I rocked myself in my cushioned chair back and forth while my feet rested on the edge of my desk. I tossed my meal aside and continued to try and bring up word processor. Soon enough the blank screen appeared and left me with a flashing cursor.
For any normal day when my life was good I would have some sort of story concocted in my brain and I would not sleep until I had a decent chapter or two. Now, since my life was heading in another direction I would have created nothing and would fall asleep trying to think of a story line worth writing out.
"Where is my creativity when I need it?" I blurted out.
Just as that was said the phone rang from downstairs. My eyes glared at the green telephone and my mind didn't even occur to react and run down to frantically grab at the receiver. It finally stopped after forever.
You all roc my sox! For reading you get my hugs, and for reviewing you get some clone kisses from Johnny. :D
/Nor/Savvy/ Previously StolenOranges