“Good evening. We’re sailing together into the night with WFCY talk radio, 853 on your dial. Marc James with you until midnight, with Smooth Talk. It’s ten o’clock on the nose: with news and travel, here’s Nancy.”
“There are no news headlines and all the roads are clear. Marc.”
There are noises that sound like coffee being launched, in a fine spray, onto a microphone and frantic coughing before we cut quickly to a commercial.
“Hey. Sorry about that, folks, where were we? Nancy, what’s the news?”
“I told you, Marc, there is no news.”
“You mean that the newsroom are comatose again?”
“No, Marc, there is no news. There has been no news since Wednesday, when the sh…” Brief silence. “Wednesday. No murder, no stabbings, no assaults, not even anyone running the lights, from what we can tell. Sorry, but that’s just the way it is.”
“Ooooh Kaaay. Well, thanks, Nancy, we’ll see you at eleven. Now, has anyone else noticed that it’s impossible to look at the sky? Has been since Wednesday.”