Beluga by A. B. Lord. (little readers txt) đź“•
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A medium Father promises to send a life changing message from beyond the grave to his only Daughter. But there’s a problem. He can’t get through. The line is busy. He needs to tell his daughter something before it’s too late. He turns to the alternate universe inhabited by spirits. Something is coming for her and it’s clicks are getting louder...
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Ca-the-rine. Catherine, is that you?
She stopped twisting the knob suddenly and the hairs on her arm stood on end. She felt the world fall silent in astonished hush around her and in that split second, if she’d walked in to her window and looked down upon the city, she would have seen them all. Spirits, everywhere – following the citizens about. She would have seen the long dangly poisonous arms of electricity and technology snatching at people’s minds. And it would have all been revealed to her, but she didn’t and it wasn’t, because in a split second, just as quickly as it had happened, the hush ended and rationality returned to her mind. She heard car horns outside, and the hum of the city went back to normal. The hairs lay down again.
She growled at the radio.
“Silly thing.”
She twisted the knob again.
Nothing. Just bits of music and sentences.
“Thought I heard the kettle. Morning, darling.”
Camilla kissed Kate’s ears and hugged her from behind.
“Er yeah, morning. Do you want coffee?”
“Please, what’s wrong with the radio?”
“The frequency has been knocked. I can’t find BBC2. I’m getting all sorts of stuff coming through, I think I even just picked up some sort of telephone or taxi frequency.”
“Well you’re on MW, silly.”
“MW?”
“Yeah, it’s not the frequency that’s missing – you have it on an altogether different band. You need FM for our radio stations, babe.”
Camilla flicked a little button on the radio and pushed the knob backwards slightly. The vocals of Louis Armstrong spluttered to life, crooning “Wonder World.”
“See, fixed it.” Said Camilla, pouring the hot water.
I see friends shaking hands....
Saying how do you do...
They’re really saying, “I love you”.
“That song... “
Kate eyed the radio suspiciously. She knew she wouldn’t have switched the band. Tuning knobs can be knocked accidently, but switches? The song gave her tingles like someone running their fingers through her hair. She felt she wanted to say something, but didn’t know what. The room was quiet except for Louis Armstrong’s vocals, and yet the feeling of wanting to tell everyone to “pipe down” and stop interrupting, crept in to her head. She felt this song was something marvellous but confusing, all at once and stared blankly and completely entrapped at the radio. This was the song from her dream, she could have sworn it. And yet now it sounded different. It sounded gurgled and like a million tiny voices all at once and as if someone was playing another track in the background.
What? You don’t like Louis Armstrong anymore?” noted Camilla, seeing her expression.
“No, it’s just... never mind. But were you playing this last night? After I’d gone to bed, I mean?”
“Nope, don’t think so. I just watched a film in the living room then came to bed and you were fast asleep.”
“Right.”
“Everything ok?”
“Yeah, I just had some really weird dreams last night.”
“Well ok, if you’re sure you’re fine...”
Camilla picked the radio up and started towards the living room.
“You’ll bring the tea and coffee, wont you?”
“Sure”, said Kate. “Can we go for a walk today? Think I need some air. Also, I think we need to talk?”
“About?”, yellowed Camilla.
“Holiday...”
Camilla made an approving noise from the living room as Kate picked up the tea and coffee and began to go through herself.
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Ca-the-rine. Catherine, is that you?
She stopped twisting the knob suddenly and the hairs on her arm stood on end. She felt the world fall silent in astonished hush around her and in that split second, if she’d walked in to her window and looked down upon the city, she would have seen them all. Spirits, everywhere – following the citizens about. She would have seen the long dangly poisonous arms of electricity and technology snatching at people’s minds. And it would have all been revealed to her, but she didn’t and it wasn’t, because in a split second, just as quickly as it had happened, the hush ended and rationality returned to her mind. She heard car horns outside, and the hum of the city went back to normal. The hairs lay down again.
She growled at the radio.
“Silly thing.”
She twisted the knob again.
Nothing. Just bits of music and sentences.
“Thought I heard the kettle. Morning, darling.”
Camilla kissed Kate’s ears and hugged her from behind.
“Er yeah, morning. Do you want coffee?”
“Please, what’s wrong with the radio?”
“The frequency has been knocked. I can’t find BBC2. I’m getting all sorts of stuff coming through, I think I even just picked up some sort of telephone or taxi frequency.”
“Well you’re on MW, silly.”
“MW?”
“Yeah, it’s not the frequency that’s missing – you have it on an altogether different band. You need FM for our radio stations, babe.”
Camilla flicked a little button on the radio and pushed the knob backwards slightly. The vocals of Louis Armstrong spluttered to life, crooning “Wonder World.”
“See, fixed it.” Said Camilla, pouring the hot water.
I see friends shaking hands....
Saying how do you do...
They’re really saying, “I love you”.
“That song... “
Kate eyed the radio suspiciously. She knew she wouldn’t have switched the band. Tuning knobs can be knocked accidently, but switches? The song gave her tingles like someone running their fingers through her hair. She felt she wanted to say something, but didn’t know what. The room was quiet except for Louis Armstrong’s vocals, and yet the feeling of wanting to tell everyone to “pipe down” and stop interrupting, crept in to her head. She felt this song was something marvellous but confusing, all at once and stared blankly and completely entrapped at the radio. This was the song from her dream, she could have sworn it. And yet now it sounded different. It sounded gurgled and like a million tiny voices all at once and as if someone was playing another track in the background.
What? You don’t like Louis Armstrong anymore?” noted Camilla, seeing her expression.
“No, it’s just... never mind. But were you playing this last night? After I’d gone to bed, I mean?”
“Nope, don’t think so. I just watched a film in the living room then came to bed and you were fast asleep.”
“Right.”
“Everything ok?”
“Yeah, I just had some really weird dreams last night.”
“Well ok, if you’re sure you’re fine...”
Camilla picked the radio up and started towards the living room.
“You’ll bring the tea and coffee, wont you?”
“Sure”, said Kate. “Can we go for a walk today? Think I need some air. Also, I think we need to talk?”
“About?”, yellowed Camilla.
“Holiday...”
Camilla made an approving noise from the living room as Kate picked up the tea and coffee and began to go through herself.
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