The radio
Donnya Anna was a lonely old soul, her kids had grown up, and moved out.
Her radio was her life. Occasionally she would take a stroll to shop or to enjoy
a nice sunny day. The first time she lost her radio, was on one of those days. A
thief climbed up the fire escape, broke her window, ransacked her poor home,
and took the only thing worth anything- her radio.
After a week without a radio, she went out, and bought another one. Before,
she went up stairs, she showed it to a few neighbors on the side walk.
“What are you so happy about Anna?” one asked.
She took the radio out of the bag, showed it to her, and proudly said:
“It’s FM, and it even has a clock,” she said with a big smile.
“Enjoy, enjoy.” She responded.
“Oh I will, you just don’t know what it’s like without my radio,” she said
as she climbed the stoop.
I don’t know how the junkies knew, not even a week went by when maybe the
same ass hole came back, and stole her brand new radio. It had to be the same son
of a bitch, because this time, nothing was a miss. The thief came in, and went right for the radio.
When she returned that afternoon, her radio was gone, and she went into despair. She even thought of ending it all, and without her radio she was forced to watch television. Funny, but the television she hated so much inspired her to
vengeance. Watching Rod Serling’s Twilight Zone one day, the eureka light came on
in her mind.
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