Barron's Best Buys Access

Arthur bolted for the door, the "Best Buy" clutched to his chest. He tumbled onto the lawn just as the windows of the kitchen blew outward in a bloom of orange fire.

He sat on the wet grass, watching his life go up in smoke. He looked down at the machine. The brass was dull now, the needles dead. He had bought his life, but he had traded the only place her voice still lived to do it. barron's best buys

Barron didn’t blink. He reached under the counter and pulled out a device that looked like a cross between a 1950s transistor radio and a medical heart monitor. It was brass-heavy and warm to the touch. Arthur bolted for the door, the "Best Buy"

"One rule," Barron warned. "The dial only goes back. Don't try to force it forward to hear what hasn't happened yet. Some 'best buys' come with a price you can't pay in cash." He looked down at the machine