Ghost Codes 007
Dixie opened her eyes. Lying awake she could hear the old songs moaning from the aerials of the long-shutdown pirate stations.
She got up, walked to the window. Sparkles of light flickered around the tower block. Phantom broadcasts, unknown frequencies.
Fragments of digital code: a word or two of lyrics, the stroke of a fingertip on metal string, human breath in curled brass tubes.
Moments of music cast adrift. Something had roused them this night: the darkness buzzed with flecks of data, many more than usual.
Dixie came alive watching them. Her eyes glittered, her fingers danced. Tomorrow she would go out early and catch some ghosts.