The newly dead don't decompose anymore. They linger. And if they can, they roam. We've had cases of roamers in our town recently. Sheriff has to round them up and return them. They don't actually hunt brains, but they're a health hazard in other ways. My Jill could never be a hazard though.
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Ochre Idyls
Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions