October 10, 2027.
Sunset.
The first time the newly-dead clawed their way out of their graves.
They appeared as they had in life. Whole. Vibrant.
Some came back to make amends.
Some to say missed goodbyes.
All had unfinished business.
At sunrise, they had to return to the earth.
October 10, 2028.
Sunset.
I’ve boarded up my windows.
Reinforced the locks on my door.
Because some also come back for revenge.
The last rays of orange light slice through the gaps in the planks.
He’s on my porch.
“If you didn’t want me to return, you shouldn’t have killed me.”
Beautifully done! Love the imagery here.