LOVE IN THE DARK PART 1
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The twitching sound of the radio waves died
with the bristled voice of the last caller. Her
voice shrivelled. She couldn’t hear it ricochet
from the microphone as loud as it was. The
light in the room went out. The room fell into
darkness. She heard a howling alarm and
indistinct voices of people downstairs,
running for safety. She swiftly relieved her
head from her headphones and faltered into
the darkness. She fell down on the studio
floor .
Her head b@nged hard on it. She fell
unconscious for a moment. When she woke,
she wished she’d died. She felt so faint and
enfeeble . She la!d flat on the ground with
her head bent. The reeling fogs rising in the
room ran into her nostrils. She felt nauseous
like she was about fainting again. In no time,
the lights were on again. The microphones
picked the light sound in the room and it
reverberated in the speakers. She felt alive
once. She moved herself to the door frame. It
pushed her back.
Next, she felt was a water spray over her.
The last she heard was, masculine voices
raised, “Get up….”
Weeks after the studio of the popular Lagos
radio station ~Raven~ Fm almost got
engulfed in flames. Angie was thinking of
getting a new job in another radio statio
before the owners of ~Raven~ Fm contacted
her. She was to fill in for another broadcaster
who departed the station. She did her
internship there, so working there wasn’t
going to be strange to her. It was a Monday
morning. She pulled from her bed. She wore
a translucent skimpy night gown. She raced
to the bathroom. Off her night gown onto the
railings. Revealing her virgin brea-st and her
unabashed ti-ts. She put the shower on.
Waters flowed from one end on her. She felt
the coldness of the water like ice.
It made her shudder at first however she
enjoyed the coldness later. She scrubbed her
skin like she was about removing a stubborn
stain. Her hand ran down to her hollow.
Invading her enclosure. Down to her cli-toris.
She m0aned as she felt the sweetness of it.
She continued, down. Her finger serving as a
man’s rod. She snapped out of it the sec her
phone beeped. She stretched her hands to
reach it. Just a finger tip away it fell down.
“Oh…” She cried. She picked it up and blew
air at it. Like it would erase the moist off it.
The phone still vibrated. She tapped the
screen. “Hello …” A voice rose. “Hi…who is
it?” She said. It was silent. “Hello,” She
repeated. “Hey, Angie, where are you?” The
voice echoed. “Home. Sophie?” Angie said.
“Yes. Hurry. We have work for you.” The
phone line cut.
Angie moved from her bathroom. With her
towel slightly covering her beautiful na-ked
body. She was dressed in no time and she
headed out. The morning sun was virgin. She
climbed a cab. The cab got lost in no time in
Lagos choking traffic. She arrived ~Raven~
Fm 2 hours later. She went into the studio.
Memories from the fire incident replayed in
her head. The studio appeared like it hadn’t
been affected by fire. She stood adrift from
the recording room. She watched as the
presenter talked. That minute she’d become
sceptical if really she wanted to become an
OAP.
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