Today on Drabble Wednesday, travel
with me past the noise, beyond the chatter into the eerie world of macabre silence...
Stares
Painted masks and mute tongues.
That thought races in my brain as
I stare at the three shrouded figures standing in judgement.
In judgement? Yes, that’s how I feel.
I know they wait for me at the
end of this dark corridor, bathed in a soft blue light. I watch them, fear
shuddering through my body.
Why am I frightened?
Perhaps because I feel compelled
to move towards them. Perhaps I cower because I’m screaming, but no sound comes
from my mouth.
I don’t want to face them.
Perhaps I fear my sins wait at
the end of the corridor.
~*~
Depletion
It is peaceful here.
In this empty room. Only four
walls, a floor and a ceiling.
Nothing else.
Not even sound.
Not even my own voice.
Then again, it is hard to speak
without a tongue. I lost that appendage somewhere along the way. I don’t
remember where, or when. A few other parts are missing too.
She took them, the little girl
with black eyes. She appears sometimes and whispers in my ear. Her mouth never
moves, but I hear her in my head. That’s when pieces of me go missing.
I expect she’ll take all of me
eventually.
~*~
Flawless
Welcome to the Perfect Metropolis!
Welcome to Solaris!
The flashing sign blinked noiselessly
on the outskirts of the colony. A beacon leading into an urban sprawl of symmetrical
spires and towers, all pristine silver and grey. Immaculate streets, no trash,
no debris, no traffic.
Blocks of apartment complexes,
office buildings, city structures, municipal centers, hospitals, security
headquarters, laid out in neat rows. All lifeless. But not empty.
Robotic maintenance still moved,
silent shadows doing their duty. Sweeping, cleaning, recycling the air. Keeping
the oh so quiet city running.
While the flesh of the colonists’
corpses slowly rotted from their bones.
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