Long Distance Call

The wireless was an heirloom; he’d listened to it with granddad. Now granddad was gone, and the set was Jack’s.

It was a Murphy AD94 receiver in a black Bakelite cabinet.

Jack tuned in and the big band sound of Glenn Millar’s orchestra came through, clear and tinny. Easy listening hour on Radio 2, he thought.

Then there was something else, a voice sounding far off, as if calling from a great distance. There was something oddly familiar about it.

‘Jack,’ it said. ‘Jack. I had to go away, but it’s not far. I’m very close. We’ll meet again soon….’