He turned up the volume. He wanted to hear what was on the other side of the door.
His front door creaked. Not from wind. His building’s heat was off. It creaked from the weight of someone leaning against it. hidtv software
Channel 11 was a live feed. A traffic camera in downtown Cleveland. But the timestamp read 1983. He watched his younger self, in a terrible brown coat, cross the street and drop a bag of groceries. He had forgotten that day. He had forgotten the sound of the glass jar of pickles shattering on the pavement. The HIDTV software brought back the sound—a wet, sharp pop . He turned up the volume