Six Sentence Story: Frequency

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“Time to let go, man,” John said to James, who was still tinkering with the frequency on his radio, “she’s gone, to a place where no amount of ham radio frequency can reach.”

James ignored John, his attention was engulfed in his ham radio, “come on, my love,” he muttered beneath his breath as he played with the frequency dial, “where are you, come back to me.”

“Come on, man,” John grabbed James’s arm, “let’s go.”

James looked up at John with wild eyes and no recognition, a low growl escaped his lips like a ferocious canine, “whoa man,” John immediately let go of James’s arm and threw up his hand, something told him his friend was gone. Feeling resigned, he walked toward the door and sighed, “come back when you’re ready, my friend.”

Moving the dial one milimeter at a time, James focused on the static, there was a voice behind it, telling him something, but it was too faint for him to hear, deep down, he knew his friend had a point, “time to let go,” but just one more milimeter, just one more, until “I’m here, my love.”

Written for Six Sentence Story. The prompt is “Frequency”.

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