A Flickering Light
The hum... the endless hum above... it made my fingers twitch. I looked down at my stiff right hand, curling each finger in slowly, feeling the rough fabric against my palm. I can move. Slowly, cautiously, I reached toward the edge of a nearby small table, brushing the gold base of a small lamp. It clinked faintly under my touch. I froze, holding my breath, staring up at the white fluorescent tubes hanging from the tall rafters. Still standing here, watching, listening.