Writing Prompt 004

Write a story about someone that can’t get a song out of their head.


He sat on the bus, and he drummed his fingers to an incessant beat that wouldn’t leave his head today. It all started when he woke up this morning.

It had been a normal Tuesday morning. He had gone through his daily routine as he had always done, but the song that had woken him was not the song that usually woke him from his slumber. Today it was different. And he wondered if the others had noticed.

He looked at his grey sport jacket and white T-shirt. Nothing seemed to be amiss in that department. He looked at the other men on the bus. They were all sporting the same grey sport jacket and white T-shirts as they had since he could remember.

He looked at his watch, and it read 7:58 a.m. Jake5067 would soon be boarding the bus. Jake5067 was his partner. It was his assigned partner, and together they took down the bad ones. They were once referred to as criminals, but today they were just referred to as the bad ones because criminals sounded like too harsh of a word.

I think at one time my job was called a police officer, but now we’re just called the Enforcers. Our job is to keep everyone and everything running smoothly. Humans are now connected with the Absolute. It’s a large clock that we’re initiated with at birth and the Absolute either accepts or rejects us. We know we are rejected if it rings five times. If we are accepted the clock remains silent. 

It has never been told why some are rejected and some are accepted. We are not allowed to discuss the rejected, and they are usually just erased from the family unit’s mind chamber. The one thing that we are allowed absolute control over is our music, but even I only have a strict guideline for musical selection. I’ve only heard three genres in my entire twenty year existence.

Jake5067 boarded the bus and looked straight ahead as he always did.

“Hello.” He murmured.

“Good morning.” I replied.

This is as far as our conversation has ever gone. I do not know a single thing about Jake5067. I do not even know his favorite color. Maybe, today it will be different?

“There she was just a-walkin’ down the street…,” I sang, and I realized that all eyes stared dreamily back in my direction. “Singin’ do-wah diddy-diddy down diddy-do, snappin’ her fingers and shufflin’ her feet, singin’ do-wah diddy-diddy down diddy-do”

A large man in a navy uniform and a black hat hustled to my seat.

“Is there a problem Adam2462?” He asked gruffly.

“No.” I responded.

“Knock it off, kid.” He said spinning around and stomping back to the front.

“She looked good, LOOKED GOOD,” I shouted the last verse loudly. “she looked fine, LOOKED FINE.”

Uniform man stomped back to my seat scooping Jake5067 out of the way and yanking my arm so that I plummeted out of my seat.

“Stop the bus.” He bellowed. “We’ve got a broken one.”

The bus came to a screeching halt, and I was marched outside.

“I-I’m not broken.” I stammered. “I just have this song stuck in my head. It keeps coming out of my mouth.”

“That’s enough.” He replied. He picked up a black box and spoke in a casual voice into it. “Send a van. One of the Enforcers needs to be checked.”

“Which one?” The voice on the other end asked sweetly.

“Adam2462.” He responded.

“Aw, but he’s just a kid. There’s no way he’s malfunctioning so soon.” The sweet voice hesitated.

“Well he is, and someone better be bringing me a van.” He snapped.

We waited for what seemed like an eternity in heat that I had never been allowed to access because we could only go outside in the safe zones. This clearly was not a safe zone.

“Where’d you hear that song?” The man finally asked.

“This morning. It woke me up instead of my alarm.” I replied.

“Well, you’re in for a shit storm.” He laughed.

“Why?” I asked.

“The Absolute hates that one. It’s supposed to be erased from the system.” He answered.

A large black van skidded to a stop in front of us. The door whipped open and a pretty petite blonde woman stepped out.

“Hello, my dear.” She said in the same sweet voice that was in the black box. “Do you know why you’re here?”

“No, I’m afraid. I don’t know much of anything today.” I said.

“You were singing a song.” She said as she showed me to a mysterious seat in the back of the van. She pulled the seat out and her eyes cast downward intending for me to sit.

“I thought it was not forbidden to sing.” I replied.

“It is not forbidden to sing.” She hesitated, clearly something was distracting her. Tall uniform man was moving around at our side. He pulled a black suitcase from a shelf and placed it gently on the table.

“The song you sang.” She started again. “That is a reserve song for the people. We only sing that in times of war.”

“Oh, just tell the kid the damn truth.” Uniform man blurted out. “You’re to be our next leader. That song is only sang by the ones chosen to be the next Absolute. The current Absolute doesn’t like the idea that there could be another so he’s paid us to be in charge of making you and everyone you know forget your real role in our society.”

The uniform man opens the briefcase revealing a long needle with a chip at the end.

“This won’t hurt a bit.” He replied smirking only slightly. The pretty girl closed her eyes beside him.


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