>>7991725>The Corn crusaderHe sidestepped around the desk, bringing his sidearm up as he saw-
-he saw hair, pale and fine as corn silk-
-he saw where there wasn't, neither hair nor the back of her head-
-he saw corn, manifest, manifold, many-folded-
-he saw her head turn, looking up at him with one eye bright-cornfield-green.
"Ssssaw..." she croaked, one hand reaching towards him, stretching closer and closer until the fabric of her costume parted and he saw the green stalks lying underneath. "Spenser..."
He pulled the trigger until the magazine was empty, then tried to run.
The corn was waiting.