The Culling

driedinkribbon Uncategorized July 30, 2018July 30, 2018 1 Minute

The screen buzzes softly

Electromagnetic hum

As a family they sit

Circled ’round and holding breath

“Citizen 9721366

You have been chosen”

Announcer’s microphone whines

The father’s face falls

Recognition dawning

He looks to his son

“Jacob… I…”

The boy looks up

Worry stitching his brow

“Dad?

Isn’t that my number?”

The family embraces and weeps

As the screen returns to fuzz

A dome of light

Encircling grief

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I’m a poet and writer. Always working on improving my craft. Writing The Long Way Down, Triptych, and After the End. The latter of which I’m collaborating with fuckthelemonade.wordpress.com Check out the hashtag for that project to see all currently written parts! View all posts by driedinkribbon

Published July 30, 2018July 30, 2018

4 thoughts on “The Culling”

Ward Clever says:

July 30, 2018 at 5:50 pm

Sci fi! Love it

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1. driedinkribbon says:
  
  July 30, 2018 at 6:04 pm
  
  Thank you! 🎶🎶🎶 I love me some dystopia near future sci-fi. X3
  
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  1. Ward Clever says:
    
    July 30, 2018 at 6:18 pm
    
    Nothing like the apocalpyse for story development.
    
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Amberley Griffin says:

July 31, 2018 at 9:25 am

This made me teary… so well done, my Sweetness…

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