Ghost Story (Sudden Fiction)
Jim is three days in chemistry before he meets Mystery Ghost.
Six feet three, transparent, some ghostly Venus on a half-shell of silicone.
Jim mixes potions. Tips the beakers and smiles. Bunsen burners flame red and disappear. Jim hates the bases, it's like some ball game he never knew.
The ghost likes it here. The dark machines hum like smothered banshees. Dust cobwebs on silent tables. She trips on acid and eats glass. Flies up the flume, fast as atoms. A plume of blue smoke trailing behind her like the bomb.