“There’s no reason to panic,” Mary assured herself, knowing all the while no one ever says that unless there is, in fact, a very good reason to panic. She had several:
• She was inexplicably dressed like an Easter egg.
• She was in a cemetery and dead things creeped her out.
• She was a dead thing.
At least her body was dead. She knew that for sure because she’d left it laying still and quiet and calmly turning into nothing in the soft gray coffin in which she’d been laid to rest.
In case you were wondering, A drabble is an extremely short work of fiction of exactly one hundred words in length, not necessarily including the title.The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author’s ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in an extremely confined space. Wanna Play? Feel free to leave your own drabble in the comments.