Ghost Codes 019
A noise. Break turned to see a group of people climbing onto the roof. The fog catchers.
They attended to their nets. Three people, working by torchlight, checking the gauze for captures.
Break walked over to watch them. They ignored him completely, set on their task, scouring the surface of the nets for images.
Something flared in a torch beam. A shape of lighter colour, sparkling where the mist particles rested. It looked to be of human form.
Break stepped closer: a face, a woman’s face, her body, her hands moving on the net’s surface. The image was fleeting, illusive.
The crew spoke in low voices, excited at their find. Break turned to them, saying, “She’s mine. I’ll pay what you want”. They smiled.
But it was her. The singer. He knew it was. The wounded ghost made visible. Spots of red marked the face as it shimmered on the net.