TITLE: Ghost River
GENRE: Paranormal Mystery
If God had meant for humans to live on water, we would have fins like Aquaman and hair that doesn’t frizz.
And since I had neither, I wasn’t getting out of my car.
Then the wailing started. Fitzgerald, my none-too-patient cat, was tired of her kitty carrier and wanted out. Now. I had the carrier seat-belted in the back seat for safety, surrounded by suitcases, boxes, bags and anything else I could find for packing. My whole life was in my car, at least, my life up to this point. My new life was outside the car, and it scared me.
The cat upped her wailing to rock concert level, while the large iced tea from lunch started to make demands on my bladder. I unlocked my door; it was time.
Grabbing the cat carrier and as many suitcases as I could carry, I walked over to the entrance to Mary’s Marina, my new home. The marina was on a river, not one of those cute little friendly rivers, but a serious river-- big, wide and deep. The ramp down to the marina was steep and worn. It had railings on both sides, but it was a long way down to the dock and the houses. A long, steep, scary way. The waves pushed up against the dock, making the ramp sway to and fro.
I stood there and swayed with the ramp, hypnotized by the motion. My stomach swayed, too, and my face started to feel a little green.