Happy Christmas to those who celebrate, and a Happy Tuesday to those who do not 🙂 Here is a tiny snippet from Over the River, which is on sale on Kobo for a limited time!
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Resuming her picture taking, Delilah found herself near the sandbox again. A presence stirred the air, poking around her energy like icy fingers. She took a picture, waiting patiently for the spirit to appear. It was struggling against the pressure of the “someone.” She didn’t urge the ghost—no need to rush.
Shoveling—a shovel digging into dirt.
The impression of a small shovel dug into the snow and scooped it up. The white powder traveled in the air for a moment before sliding off and disappearing. A few seconds later, the grainy echo of dirt hitting the bottom of a bucket touched her ears.
The ghost was trying to tell her something. Sometimes, a child spirit had a hard time putting a full image through, but the audio was loud and clear.
“Put that shovel down right now!”
Delilah jumped at the shrill voice. A door swung open behind her, but she kept her gaze on the stilled snow in front of her. It was halfway to the bucket. Fear from the child began to grip her mind. The poor thing was frozen with it.
“But Mama, I…”
Delilah moved her head slightly. Footsteps appeared in the snow beside her, about a foot away. The sound of fabric rustling came and stopped.
“I said no playing, young man.” The woman’s voice shook with anger.
The fear rose.
“You know the rules.”
“I just wanted to play for a minute!” the boy pleaded.
Delilah sensed him huddled in the sandbox, making himself small.
“It’s been days, Mama!”
A growl came from the woman. Ice crawled up Delilah’s arm in response.
“I know the days, son.” The words were said in a dangerous whisper.