After the war, the town contracted to have a memorial built, for their fallen boys. The architect they hired was strange, but his was the only bid they could afford.
They hated the final design. An obelisk stood in the center of the park, carved with the names of fallen soldiers, surrounded by structures built of unknown materials that seemed to bend at impossible angles and form obscene shapes.
"This isn't how we want to remember our sons," the mayor complained.
The architect grinned with malice.
"Why simply remember them, when I can reanimate them?" The ground began to rumble.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.