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Hunting Ghosts In The Machine

Leah Cutter

Copyright 2011 by Leah Cutter

Published by Knotted Road Press

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Hunting Ghosts In The Machine

The sudden jungle downpour blurred my vision and I cursed, loudly. The damn trail between the trees was hard enough to see: now, the rising mud made it slippery and deadly to boot. Rainbow colored birds shrieked a discordant greeting above me. Fortunately, the rain pounded so hard on the canopy it blocked most of their warning.

Even in the midst of buckets of water dropping on me, I still could make out the green light filtering through the leaves. Where there's light, there are shadows, and my prey hid in the darkness of things. I just had to find the right patch.

It didn't take too long for me to find her, stretched thin as a snake, wrapped around a tree trunk. She gave up as soon as she saw me. Where was the fun in that? I'd just have to get my kicks some other way.

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