Appear

It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary Jane recalled the simply garble where varying the frequency and squelch dials establish a stronger gain signal to no avail, drew her chair closer to the Gonset listening intently ‘feeling’ more than knowing something deeper lay within that atmospheric static.

Having spent hours with the shortwave Jane knew the static heard that early morning was something different, different in the way she’d it’s softer-than-normal pitch along with what could only be explained a single trumpet note played, for static often carried a ‘ssshing’ sound without much tonal variance, Jane faintly distinguished several voices heard along different frequencies, certain they were directions from a strange language spoken, of which she’d not heard before from the Gonset her link in searching that ‘between’ where the man with steel blue colored eyes and the woman with the snake necklace held answers in her grandfather’s mystery, but also a power beyond governments command though fought for desperately knowing its control crucial.

Somewhere in a 1956 desert community to whoever found those directions, discovered what really lay halfway from here and then.