Lurkers: The Almond Orchard #1
By E. C. Henry
Left to the California Central Valley climate, the almond orchard withered. Neat rows of ghost trees remained, their branches twisted into a low canopy. The grass was tall and golden-brown.
Danny did not want to leave the road here. The gray branches against the darkening sky made this “forest” eerie but the tall grass was the real danger. His other choice was the bridge that crossed an irrigation canal. The canal was half full of thick black water, with something moving in it. Mosquitoes wafted up with the air. Not gonna risk getting in that drink. A rusted bridge spanned the canal. It was soft, for metal. His cautious toeing produced a squeal.