Knotted Road Press
Copyright © 2011 Leah Cutter
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I hated working in the daylight. Not because the sunlight burned ghosts. Quite the opposite, in fact: I couldn't feel the heat, and the bright light washed me out, leaving me invisible.
Do you know how annoying it is when the living stopped stepping around you, and instead, stepped through you? I swore my intestines had started dancing on their own, a sloshing, gurgling feeling that left me seasick.
However, I had a job to do and a wealthy client to please. I was following her canny bastard of a husband. He had just enough knack or luck to keep losing me.
First, I waited for him downtown, outside of his office building. The day would have been beautiful, if I'd been alive and able to enjoy it. Fall tinted the air cool and crisp, and the trees still held onto their burning colors. I could see ghosts better than the living, but I only saw two others the entire time I waited. They were all sensibly sleeping through the day, waiting until evening to rise.