On the Radio

Drabble(n): A story told in exactly 100 words.

Paul was certain he couldn’t be seen from outside his little shed. He’d found the thing weeks ago, and had tinkered with it every night after his wife had gone to bed, trying to make it work. It was electric, he was sure, and over many nights he’d constructed a makeshift battery from bits of lead and acid from the apothecary. Now he just needed to connect the wires.

There was a spark and a crackle from the front of the box.

“Paul Eastly?” How did the box know…?

Splinters erupted as black uniforms crashed through the door. “You’re nicked!”