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headed down toward the Brew-ha-ha.
    Suddenly Zipporah stopped. The same feeling she had been having on and off all week was back again. She turned and looked behind her and saw him. It was the same man that had been following her for the last couple of days. Short cropped military style hair, tall and lean in faded jeans and a black leather jacket.
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    "Okay who the fuck are you and why are you following me?" Zipporah Scott swung around angrily and faced her stalker.
    "You are the only one who can see me," the man replied simply.
    "Okay so you think you're invisible and you've decided I have some special power to see you." It had been a long day already. She did not need this crap. "I hate to tell you this mate but you aren't invisible."
    "I'm actually a ghost."
    "Sure you are and I am Mary Poppins." She looked her friends. They turned to look at her but neither of them were looking at him, and he was someone a woman would instantly look at and lust over. "You're not a bloody ghost." Zipporah was open minded to most things but ghosts? Come on.
    "Are you okay Zipp?" True asked looking at her friend
    "You're mumbling to yourself."
    Mumbling to myself? Were they blind? How could they not see tall, blond and gorgeous?
    "I am talking to this nitwit who's been following me." Zipporah pointed at the man before her. "He thinks he's a ghost."
    "We're starving Zipp. Stop stuffing around." A cold shiver ran down Zipporah's spine. Stuffing around?
    "I told you. No one else can see me but you Zipporah," the man voice was calm and non threatening.
    "Oh please. That is a crap pick up line."
    "It's truth." The man lifted his hand and waved at her friends but neither woman acknowledged him. 41
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    "Okay, if and I mean if I believe you—why me?"
    "Why you what?" Clementine touched her arm as she came to stand beside her. She was surprised with Zipporah jumped in alarm. "What the hell is wrong with you Zipp?" Zipporah looked from the man to her friend. He smiled a simple smile of I told you so and Clementine looked at her as if she was mad. Zipporah pinched her own arm to check she wasn't dreaming.
    "You are awake and I am a ghost," he confirmed.
    "Zipp?" Clementine looked at her worriedly. "Are you okay?"
    Zipporah looked at her friend vaguely. This was crazy. A real life ghost?
    "Um—yeah sure I'm fine. It's just this whole camping thing that is making me jumpy." That, and her invisible friend that no one else could see. Great. She not only had the camping with her niece thing on her mind but now a possible psychoslash-ghost following her.
    "It's only camping." Clementine shook her head in bemusement.
    "Yeah well I may catch some ghastly camping disease." Zipporah turned at the sound of laughter from the man.
    "Camping disease? Not the outdoorsy type I take it?"
    "Oh shut up."
    "Okay," responded Clementine in surprise.
    "No, not you." Zipporah glared at the man. "I'm sorry I am just on edge Clem."
    True stormed up to where they stood.
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    "It's one weekend in your life for God sake. Get over it!" She pulled Clementine along with her towards the café. "Now bloody hurry up Zipp or we are eating without you." Zipporah looked at the man—or was he a ghost?
    "She's right—get over it. It's just camping," he said.
    "Oh bugger off." Great, instead of an ethereal being she got a mouthy ghost. "What the hell do you want from me?"
    "I need you to help me," he said.
    "How?" Ghost or not, the sudden pain she saw in his eyes alarmed her.
    "Make me live again Zipporah."
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    About the Author
    Amarinda Jones believes anything is possible and sometimes just asking for the impossible will surprise someone enough that they will give it to you. Writing is like that. Put it out there and wait for a response. There is always the possibility you may fall on your arse, but after all, that's what cellulite is