1500 words General Fiction
Every night, a young woman falls asleep to the same familiar voice on the radio, up until the day the deejay retires.
Some people fall asleep to their television, to the sounds of nature, or to dead silence at the end of a hectic day. Miranda Garvey always fell asleep to the radio. The music itself actually delayed her full sleep, but the disc jockey's talking between the songs served as a gentle sedative. The evening deejay on WRZP, Vic Fiorini, had a voice equal parts smooth and dryly monotonous. For more than two decades on the Indianapolis airwaves, he'd perfected that overnight jockey's skill of developing a vocal style unobtrusive enough to blend into the background but still animated enough to draw in interested listeners.