The Hum of Judgement
Caught between light and silence, the reckoning comes unannounced.
When power falters, even the invisible sees—and waits.
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When Putin woke, he was elsewhere. Walls closed in, capturing his breath. No pill. A hum wrapped him like an ill-fitting cloak.
"Your time's up. Do you need another month?" The drone's voice was –
Robotic.
Androgynous.
It hovered, reflecting his befuddled face. It made no sound—but approached.
Nearer.
And nearer.
Lights flickered, boring into his forehead, syncing with his thumping heartbeat.
Putin felt— assessed. He stared it back in its light. He swallowed hard. Crossed trembling hands in front of his face.
The hum deafened. The light approached, releasing a gentle, resilient cocoon.
Enshrouding him for something incomprehensible—but there.
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Original drabble by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. For Lana V Lynx's Immortality drabble challenge:
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Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (6)
I enjoyed this Michelle, Lights flickered, boring into his forehead, wow, Putin went to hell once again. Nicely done!!!
Well done. Brought me to picture the scene in the musical Scrooge when thye dance on his coffin singing Thank you very much. This was just a possible sequence but I can imagine someone doing that on Putin's coffin as he heads downstairs.
I enjoyed this, Michelle! Amazing work.
I can think of a few other candidates for the same fate. Great work!
This is almost poetic, Michelle, poetic justice for the monster.
Excellent take on the challenge, brilliant work