Devious Machine by Tonya R. Moore

Ginger conjured a cool, dark river. The bottoms of her feet tingled as they slipped over the smooth rocks in the riverbed. As she lowered her body into the wetness, frightened river fish darted around her legs. She heard the birds hidden in the boughs of the great trees surrounding her insular sanctuary. She thought that she could hear their anxious voices, the furtive fluttering of fragile wings. Everything echoed, even her breath.

The air became heavier and heavier. She sang and she sang and...