
The
fabric did appear to be quite thin, or perhaps that was because of the rays of
fading light behind her. “What’s she doing?”
Jase
shook his head. “She appears to be
looking for something . . .”
My
breath froze in my throat.
She
was coming toward us, toward the bridge.
Her eyes were downcast, searching the banks of the creek as she glided
along.
“Waahhhmaaahh.” The sound was louder.
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