This piece is in response to this week’s Carrot Ranch prompt to write a 99 word story that includes something heard on the radio. It can be from any station or era. What is heard? A song, announcement, ad? Think of how radio connects people and places. Go where the prompt leads!
The radio kills people. I was 12 years old when the radio killed JFK. Stunned, I rushed out to tell my father. He was annoyed that I’d interrupted him mowing the lawn and just grunted and continued his grass cutting. I was 13 when the radio killed Winston Churchill and National Geographic published a floppy plastic record of his funeral service. I was 29 when the radio killed John Lennon, who I was hearing on the radio as one of the Beatles in the same year that the radio killed JFK. I’m convinced the radio is a serial killer.