The Faded Frequency
The static weighed four ounces. That was the figure the postman, Mr. Halloway, gave me when I asked if the new wireless set was heavy enough to drop from a height. It was not a question about weight, but he answered it anyway, tapping the wooden case with a fingernail that had gone yellow at the tip from years of sorting mail. I was twelve. My father was in the trenches at Passchendaele, and...
0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 1 Views 0 previzualizare