“No one ever
changes.”
Optimus
Prime* #quote
Today I met a
man who once boarded a plane. I asked him how the plane could take
off he boarded it all up? Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Broadcasting
To You Alive
Raymond looked out the window of the radio station at his farm. He
didn't own the farm by buying it, he inherited it, and all the other
farms around it when their original owners died. Before he took the
farms over he didn't pay much attention to them, he just traveled to
work each day to host the radio's shows and play its songs. But now
with his house rubble, and no one else around, he only called this
place home.
After the
demolition of his city by missiles from one nation or another in this
new World War he thanked God for what he thought was misfortune that
his grandparents got him a set of farming documentaries to watch for
Christmas one year and he was forced to watch and talk about them for
hours.
He broadcast a
song as the station continued to operate off of solar panels he stole
from a house. His uncles taught him about that. As the song played he
started to think about all the little things that helped him survive
and where he picked them up from.
The nukes
didn't hit his city, only the smaller missiles so he hoped other
survivors managed in areas weren't saturated by radiation. He spent
his days using his radio listening for broadcasts from others, and
sending out messages of his own, songs and other things. Whenever a
pleasant thought entered his mind he shared it, no matter how rare
they came in those times, to the listeners he hoped existed.
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