18, 116
The loud bell rings out
Reminding me of celebration
How could I have forgotten
I run out to the center square
Eager for the 18s to begin
When I get there it's empty except
For a few small plastic decorations
And many chairs
I wait for a few minutes
Looking behind myself every
Few seconds
Wondering how early
I am
And mentally preparing myself for
Upcoming years
After checking my watch for
The hundredth time
I finally hear footsteps
Behind me is a large stampede of
People
Marching in unison towards me
I slowly creep into my place in the crowd
Standing in the front most rows
Of 239 people
I look up
Watching leader step out from his high reaching
Building
Immediately our talkative group becomes an
Organized cluster of people
He claps once
And we all bow down in respect
He claps twice
And we let our heads rise to
A tightly held stance
He claps three times
And we sit
Our right ankle crossed tightly over
Our left
Our hands held perfectly on our lap
All five fingers folded over each other
YOU ARE READING
MUTE
Science FictionPlagued by the knowledge of a fallen past, #239 feels an inexplainable need to tell everyone of the world above. along with #239, #116's family has been passing down stories of a world above with technologies and opportunities beyond imagination...
