The old radio crackled, its connection to the silent world tenuous at best. Around the campfire, a small warmth flickered, barely enough to keep the approaching chill at bay. My old jacket offered little comfort against the deepening night.
The old radio crackled, its connection to the silent world tenuous at best. Around the campfire, a small warmth flickered, barely enough to keep the approaching chill at bay. My old jacket offered little comfort against the deepening night.