93.5 Fm - Drive In

“Who are you?” Leo whispered.

Leo grabbed his flashlight and walked over, gravel crunching under his sneakers. He tapped on the driver’s window. It rolled down smoothly, revealing a girl about his age with silver hair clips and eyes the color of sea glass. 93.5 fm drive in

The girl reached out and placed a warm cassette tape in Leo’s palm. “Side A is tonight. Side B is all the nights no one came.” “Who are you

As the first movie began, Leo noticed a car he’d never seen before: a polished black 1967 Impala, windows tinted so dark they seemed to swallow the twilight. No one got out. No radio antenna twitched. Leo frowned, adjusting the transmitter gain. It rolled down smoothly, revealing a girl about

“Testing, one-two… Is everyone hearing me okay?”

She shook her head. “I don’t need it.” Her voice was soft, but it carried like a song through static.

And the Drive-In lived another night.