Monday, October 3, 2011

“C” could be for Corn…

…for writers, anyway.

High corn, end of season, just before harvest. Always.

Helpless corn. Plumes of corn stalks tower above your head. You can’t see the combine reel spinning closer and closer as you struggle desperately through tightly packed rows, robbed of breath, your skin flayed by the simple crop. The throb of the motor is on top of you!

Flattened corn. A perfect circle punctuates acres of tall, green growth, stalks laid down in an intricate pattern as if spun just once by a blender. Terrified, you look up and around. Nothing. Then a rustle of sound and a flash of movement speeds your already pounding heart. The cicadas fall silent.

Eyes in the corn. A multitude of tiny red eyes, low and intent. Teeth bared, weasels slither close, hungry for fresh blood. Soon, they’ll surround you...

Don’t go in the corn!

Ah shucks, it’s all been done before. Or has it? It's October. Be afraid.

By Janet Fogg

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ah yes. Very frightened. But isn't October one of the good months to submit? Karen

Patricia Stoltey said...

I am afraid, very afraid.

Dean K Miller said...

Our house backed up to 140 acres of corn, before the development came in. This time of year was always a bit "sketchy", if you thought about it much.

Me, I'm a candy corn kind of guy.

fpdorchak said...

There's ALWAYS something creepy this time of the year about musty, rustling fields of silent, wind-tossed corn...what's really in there, DEEP in there...is that scarecrow REALLY eyeballin me...

...yes. I'm being stalked.