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Pawns: The Cage (a short story)

June 11, 2011

Arts & Literature

Pawns

Written by Zombie Theology

His world awakened in blurry shadows and nonsensical sounds. The throbbing in his head was gradually lessening from a jackhammer to a rubber mallet, and a strange, sweet smell attacked his nose and lungs with every labored breath.

As the shapes coalesced, he recognized the room immediately. He should recognize it; he had helped to design and build it. He saw the control panel, the computer monitors, the sliding doors, the overhead lighting; he knew it was all controlled through a sophisticated wireless network – another one of his creations.

Slowly the sounds also came together into something recognizable – or almost recognizable. It was a man half-humming, half-singing. He probably could have placed the song if the man could carry a tune. For some reason, he couldn’t decide if the song was English or Jamaican…

“There’s a little black spot on the sun today. It’s the same old thing as yesterday. There’s a black hat caught in a high tree top. There’s a flag pole rag and the wind won’t stop.”

As he drifted back into unconsciousness, the voice continued its monotone assault…

(You can read the rest of this story here.)

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