Kagome pounded a fist against the dashboard again and cursed her old truck. She never got this kind of deafening static. Ever.
Well, except for when she passed that creepy, abandoned shrine on the side of the road. If it weren't on the only existing route to her house, she'd take any other detour she could find. It skeeved her out that much.
But this time was different. The hair on the back of her neck stood straight up as a different sound rose above the usual white noise and a fuzzy, male voice in her radio bid her good-morning.
Prompt: Radio
Y'all this Sesskag Revival is a dream come true.
As always, thanks for reading.