The Trial
‘Stand for the judgement’
The sharp push
in my back sent me staggering onto the dais. The light skewered me to the floor.
My heart beat like a pigeon taking off as I faced the row of empty chairs.
“Wait! What’s going on? Why am I here?”
‘You are the representative.’
‘Representative?
I was snatched in the night!”
‘There must be a
representative present’
“Why? What’s
happening?”
‘You were
brought here to hear the judgement.’
“What’s the being judged?”
‘Fitness for you to continue.’
“Continue to do what?”
‘Continue to
exist.’
“What?”
‘If the
judgement goes against you, you will not be allowed to continue. You will be
ended.’
“You mean killed!
On what evidence?”
‘We have
examined you and observed you for millennia. That is the evidence.’
“Millenia? But I’ve
not been alive for millennia.”
‘Your species
has.’
“But...”
‘The representative
will be silent for the judgement’
My tongue swelled
in my mouth. I gasped, each breath tinged with panic and sour bile.
Through the window I saw a familiar blue and
white orb whirling in space.
The jury filed
in, faceless spectres in the gloom, their shuffling feet masked by the swirling
rush of blood in my ears.
200 words
@nickjohns999
This story was
written for the Flash!Friday challenge
This is superb, just love the fact that its mainly conversation yet I can see what's going on so clearly.
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