Music stations

The air is damp and the old table fan is struggling with heat.

At night I turn on the radio, looking for music stations that provide me with soul food.

Almost at midnight, a neighbour came by, asking for cigarettes, I invite him in for a drink.

We talk about trivial things when he told me that he is dying from cancer.

Lately that night I heard the ambulance sirens.

It started to rain.