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ExperimentPoppy tweaks the dial to the left and leans into the radio, listens through the static, turns the dial a little to the right. Static still crackles through the voices. He rests back into the cane chair, puts his slippered feet on the footstool, and cracks open his tobacco tin.
‘Maybe we’ll get a storm tonight, what do you think Cassie?’
Cassie, feet pulled up on the seat, looks out past the veranda rail at the black clouds growing on the horizon. ‘Why are you asking me? How would I know?’
Poppy licks the cigarette paper and spins it in his fingers. His long tangled eyebrows lift as he pushes escaping strands of tobacco into the end. He lights the cigarette and reaches for his notebook, lifts the ribbon to open the book at a fresh page.
Cassie thumps her feet from the
