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As the sun lazily made its presence known over the horizon Lang Monyethebeng bid his shift, the night and his waning sobriety adieu. He walked into the grocer with a yawn on his lips. Friday nights he had off, so at least there was that. In his left ear was an earbud connected to his cell phone, but he wasn’t listening to music – at least not to most people. It was music to his ears though. 

Well, it wasn’t yet. Right now it was Cara, but Louise hadn’t signed off – which meant she was probably covering for someone. She was a professional, she always signed off. This meant that he had time to listen to her still while he made his way home until bars opened up. Some Adele song started up and Lang used the momentary distraction to carry out his purchases. At first it was just the essentials, the biggest bottle of Advil he could find, some creamer for his coffee and a bottle of red wine. But upon approaching the counter he realized he had nothing to pair with his beautiful red, but he also only had enough for, like, a dozen bagels.

He grabbed the bagels and continued on his way to the register. In front of him was Eleanor English, easy enough for anyone to recognize. A lot of the other guys at the office made comments about how she looks, but Lang never really saw it. She had kind eyes, but he wasn’t the best judge of character either.

He was going to say something polite, but before he could get it out she was out the door. He tried not to think about it, instead working on producing the proper amount of money as the kid behind the register who got stuck with the crappy shift started ringing everything in. Lang patted his pockets as Adele sung of past loves, he found a few dollars in his shirt pocket and a few other dollars in back right pocket. He must’ve left his wallet in the cruiser. That was when he noticed a girl standing behind him.

“Ah hey.” He started, turning to see who was behind him, putting the money on the shelf as the cashier started to bag everything. “Yer one of them high schoolers right?” He drawled.

“Oh, no my name is Aoife – we’ve met a few times actually I’m studying in pre me-“ The girl started, but Lang wasn’t ready to continue a conversation for that long. Adele was getting towards the end of her song, which meant she was almost back. 

“Alright, don’t do drugs Eva.” He said, grabbing his bag behind his back and waving to the cashier to keep any change, with that he took his leave.

Back in the cruiser, he gently put his groceries on the passenger seat and started the vehicle, the Bluetooth FM player in the left cigarette lighter chimed to life as it connected to his phone just in time. "[i]That was Adele's new hit break-up song. Thanks for the request, Sam, and hope you feel better soon![/i] Louise’s signature ‘radio voice’ as Lang often dubbed it when gushing to others was as spot on as always. But there was more to it than that, he always took a tiny bit of pride when he heard her ‘radio voice’. Because just once, during a late night call he could have sworn she didn’t use it. That was what kept him coming back, those blinks of realness.

[i]Next up is a little something you might recognise, if you're feeling very 90s––"[/i] 

Very suddenly the signal shut off and some static came through, before a voice pierced that static and shut every other noise out completely.

[indent][indent]Good morning, Britain.

Do you feel a shiver of fear when walking home alone at night? Do you jump at shadows whenever the full moon is out and shining bright? Doesn’t the existence of beings who cannot separate themselves from carnal desires and primal urges frighten you?[/indent][/indent]

Lang listened intently as a madman droned a manifesto. It wasn’t entirely a call to civil war, but it wasn’t so dissimilar. Lang physically felt ill at the mention of witches. Almost as if to confirm what he was he silently shifted a quarter nervously being flicked between his fingers like a poker chip into copper, then into bronze and back. The display was a party trick he often showed off as ‘magic’. 

Would anyone know, just rom his past that he was?

He ignored it and soon, Louise was back.

[i]"That–– that was an unauthorised broadcast, we truly apologise for the interruption and the show will soon return to our regular programming. But before we do, suffice it to say that On the Edge does not endorse any of the views represented in the previous manifesto, and––[/i]

Her voice was cathartic to him, almost so much so that he considered not polishing the bottle of red off once he was off. But he didn’t think much more about it with the words that followed.

[i]"And though I am but the humble host of everyone's favourite radio show, I personally condemn the call to violence against the Other from these anonymous pirates."[/i] The confidence in her voice was… Well it was certainly there, but it felt pushed. He wasn’t sure if he was reading into things too much, but he felt like it was there.

[i]"At least we'll have something for the listeners to call-in about later. For now, though, let's return to the Top 40..."[/i]

With that music would return to the airwaves, and Lang would head back to the station to call it a morning. The sun was now starting to rise over the sleepy town, he could only hope no one had been listening. But, he was and so was Louise. 

He made a mental note to call in should her shift last any longer, just to check in.