“This is Frankie signing off of FM103.” The radio crackled in the background as Avery diligently laid down the line work for her latest painting. Late nights were starting to make her days and nights run together. The radio helped to keep her in touch with reality.
Allie knew to avoid Avery when she was in a painting frenzy. She liked her space and solitude. She would bump into Allie in the kitchen from time to time and Allie would smile but wouldn’t speak unless Avery initiated the conversation. They had learned each other’s habits back in college and had latched onto one another because so few actually understood them.
Avery laid the pencil down and glared at the radio as the static crackled across the airwaves. “This is what I get for preferring the old school radio rather than digital delivery methods.” She picked up the radio, tilting it as she reached for the dial. Then startled, she heard a voice.
“I..I don’t know if anyone can hear me. I need (static) can someone (static) please.” That was it. Shortly after, the radio station resumed. Avery quickly wrote down the frequency she was on and the message. This couldn’t wait until morning. Grabbing her cell, she dialed the police to report the odd frequency interruption.