When the Ghosts Come Tumbling In By J.S. Douglas The tumbleweed is haunted. That isn’t unusual. Tumbleweed is dead the moment it dries enough to crack away from its roots and start its journey across the land, a green ghost of itself, letting out a whispered chuckle every time the wind sends seeds flying into verdant soil. Like so many others, this tumbleweed is released from its anchoring root, the wind flinging it into the air. It lands on a grasshopper mouse, trapping it and killing it with sharp thorns and percussive bouncing. The little animal’s soul hangs on, going for the ride of its life. Squealing in fierce joy as the dead plant leaps into the air and rolls over dunes like they’re nothing. Keep reading in Rotting Leaf Magazine
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