A drabble is a piece of fiction constrained to exactly one-hundred words. I use these short works to hone my brevity.
The corpses lay arrayed in varying states of undress.
They were the harvest of a lifetime, several times over.
Old, young, infirm, or hale, it did not matter.
Each lived with no regrets, save for practical concessions.
What did each person endure?
What sacrifices did they make?
Thus I spoke to each corpse.
Over time, I grew to know their nuanced history.
Then I raised them as my own.
Together we travel from graveyard to graveyard.
The undead have fuller existences than mere ephemerals.
We have infinite company, as all the world's souls find their way home in death.