tuning the little radio...
He heard a voice from the future through a radio with no batteries. He put on his blue boots and went to find it.
Or so the note in the shoebox said. The rest of the story is scattered across four little recordings.
One rainy afternoon, a child drew a duck in the margin of a library book. The beak leaned left. One eye went wide with surprise. When the bell rang, the child ran off—and left the duck unfinished. The librarian kept the page because, somehow, the little fellow looked like he was waiting.
Turn the dial. Waddles is sure the signal is trying to say something.
Pick a pin to unfold the next page of his journey. The map redraws itself when you do.
Waddles follows a scratchy voice through the old book stacks. Somewhere, a clock is ticking in reverse.
COORDINATES: ONE WOBBLY LINE EASTWaddles is still walking. One blue boot at a time. Maybe the next voice he hears will be yours.
STILL ON HIS WAY →