Friday Fictioneers~ 2/19/21 Graveyard Shift


Jackie was on hour 16 of an 8 hour shift. Covid-19 had reduced Post Office #2166
to a skeleton crew.
She was on autopilot, alone on the graveyard shift, listening to heavy metal on her headphones.
Suddenly, all went silent. Jackie dropped her headphones.
Something brushed her leg!
Jackie froze. Nothing was there.
“Okay Jackie, get a grip.” she mumbled.
After a few jumping jacks, she was back at sorting.
She heard a cat then came another rub across her shins.
The top package label jumped into focus.


Jackie’s squeals echoed through the empty building.

19 February 2021 | Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple

29 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers~ 2/19/21 Graveyard Shift

  1. I studied that “shape” on top of the cremains, thinking it could be a cat or dog–decided not to go there because, frankly, I just didn’t have a good idea. But you surely did! This is wonderful 🙂

  2. This was a wonderful and imaginative take, Susan! I hope the cat is a friendly ghost – keep her company during the graveyard shift and all 🙂

  3. LOL. Am I the only one thinking of Pet Semetary here? “Sometimes they come back wrong.” I’m sure there is a rational explanation. Loved this adorable story!

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