Bits and Pieces, 2
the way from the Number 4 Highway teeing into the Old 190 Rd that cut the town of Galatia inhalf.He looked around, nothing but corn, rows upon rows on both sides of the road he sat on.Tall stalks, taller than he was, (and he was six foot-four and just as lean and straight) were justwaiting to be harvested and seemed to be reaching for the stars that dotted the nighttime sky thatsurrounded him. He hated corn, in any fashion. He never had a taste for it, especially at thismoment.
He was beginning to rethink the wisdom in traveling this road as helifted the hood on his car.Charlie played the flashlight over the engine block like he knew what he was looking for,nothing apparent jumped out at him. He jiggled the connections to the battery, good and solid.
It’s gotta be the alternator, he thought idly.
A sharp loud keening sound followed quickly by a low rumbling moan came from thecornfield across the road making Charlie hit the back of his head smartly against the inside of thehood.
What the fu... ,
was as far as he got with his thoughts before they were interrupted byanother sound from behind coming out of the cornfield on his side of the road close to the car.“Mister?” a little girl’s voice came from out of the corn.“What the hell!” Charlie muttered out loud, his heart doubled in speed in his chest. Hemoved the flashlight to the rows of corn nearest his car.“Who’s there?” Charlie yelled back as he edged towards the trunk of his car.“Come out of there, you here? I don’t have time to be playing games!” Charlie felt like afool yelling at the corn stalks. He was starting to feel like he had made up all the sounds and thevoice inside his own head just before he was answered back.