Just After Sunset: Four-Volume Short Story Compilation by Stephen King

Author:Stephen King
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General, Suspense, American, Short Stories (Single Author), Fiction, Short stories, Horror

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It was on the back porch. There was a rock on it to keep the individual pages from blowing all over the little dooryard in the light breeze. The small thump he’d heard had been the man putting the rock on the manuscript.

Mort stood in the doorway, hands in the pockets of his khaki pants, looking at it. He knew that craziness wasn’t catching (except maybe in cases of prolonged exposure, he supposed), but he still didn’t want to touch the goddam thing. He supposed he would have to, though. He didn’t know just how long he would be here—a day, a week, a month, and a year all looked equally possible at this point—but he couldn’t just let the fucking thing sit there. Greg Carstairs, his caretaker, would be down early this afternoon to give him an estimate on how much it would cost to reshingle the house, for one thing, and Greg would wonder what it was. Worse, he would probably assume it was Mort’s, and that would entail more explanations than the damned thing was worth.

He stood there until the sound of his visitor’s engine had merged into the low, slow hum of the afternoon, and then he went out on the porch, walking carefully in his bare feet (the porch had needed painting for at least a year now, and the dry wood was prickly with potential splinters), and tossed the rock into the juniper-choked gully to the left of the porch. He picked up the little sheaf of pages and looked down at it. The top one was a title page. It read:

SECRET WINDOW, SECRET GARDEN

By John Shooter

Mort felt a moment’s relief in spite of himself. He had never heard of John Shooter, and he had never read or written a short story called “Secret Window, Secret Garden” in his life.

He tossed the manuscript in the kitchen wastebasket on his way by, went back to the couch in the living room, lay down again, and was asleep in five minutes.

He dreamed of Amy. He slept a great lot and he dreamed of Amy a great lot these days, and waking up to the sound of his own hoarse shouts no longer surprised him much. He supposed it would pass.

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