Daily story, April 5, 2025

The radio was acting strange. Instead of static between the channels, there was music, slow and lilting and played on instruments she didn’t recognise. It was there when she tuned in, too, underneath whatever was playing. It was only on her set, the one her father had donated to the charity shop and she had bought back. Some high-power pirate station, she supposed. Hopefully it would be shut down soon. She taped an hour of the music, just in case.