Drabble: The Remains

The empty husk of the creature slowly decayed over the next few months. It sat, motionless, towering over our town. None of us knew what to do with it. It turned ashen in the sun, brittle. One night some kids went out, set it on fire. The blaze was glorious, but the next morning, it was a black mound, still there, haunting us.

I do not know what that creature is, or was, how it died, why it died here, but its empty, hollow eyes I cannot bear anymore. I cannot live under its continual shadow. I must flee it.