Hello, gentle listener, and welcome to nocturnal transmissions, the fortnightly podcast that brings you dark tales, both old and new, performed by voice artist, Kristen Holland.

The more observant amongst you, gentle listeners, may have noticed that we recently updated our logo.

The nocturnal transmissions brains trust decided we should, in keeping with these dark times, adopt a darker image, as it were.

We do hope you like the new look. The entirety of our art department dedicated themselves tirelessly to its manufacture.

Now, if you're interested in finding out more about our humble narrator, Kristen Holland,

he was recently interviewed by Sanitarium magazine.

You can find the link on the homepage of our website, nocturnal transmissions.com.

Or simply visit sanitariumpublishing.com.

Up to you, my dears.

Although why you would desire any engagement with the ramblings of this spurious personage is a mystery to me.

Anyway, enough about us.

Let's get to your story, gentle listeners.

We are thrilled to be featuring another piece from the wonderful Anna Taborska this episode.

She was the dark mind behind our featured Halloween tale last year, the aptly named Halloween Lights.

Well, there is certainly nothing light about this next tale.

Brace yourselves for Anna Toborskask's Little Pig.

Adam waited nervously in the International Arrivals Hall of Heathrow Airport's Terminal 1.

Born and bred in London, Adam had never thought of himself as the type of guy who would import a wife from Poland.

His parents had made sure that he'd learnt Polish from an early age. While his English friends had played football or watched swap shop on Saturday mornings,

Adam had been dragged, kicking and screaming to Polish classes in Ealing.

But it had all paid off in the end when he went to Poland once summer and met Christina.

Since that time, the smart, pretty brunette had relocated to London and moved in with Adam.

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