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. Iain Kelly 02/17/2021 / 6:12 pm

    Ghost and cat story – nice combination! Well done 🙂

    • Susan St.Pierre 02/17/2021 / 6:26 pm

      Thank you kindly. Can’t ever go wrong with cats and ghosts. 😉

  2. Mister Bump UK 02/18/2021 / 1:51 am

    What a pity she got that far into her shift before meeting the cat!

    • Susan St.Pierre 02/18/2021 / 7:33 am

      Good thought! I hear the lights are on but nobody’s at the counter. Wait… it’s like that here in our post office. 😀

  3. Sandra 02/18/2021 / 4:49 am

    Must have been around feeding time. Even death wouldn’t deter some cats.

    • Susan St.Pierre 02/18/2021 / 7:59 am

      Ahh… well cats generally love to “come to life” in the middle of the night. There’s that too. 😉
      Thanks for your insight.

  4. elmowrites 02/18/2021 / 10:00 am

    Hopefully Fluffy just wants a final cuddle and nothing more sinister. I love how you set the scene at the beginning

  5. ceayr 02/18/2021 / 11:43 am

    How cool, a funny ghost story

  6. larry trasciatti 02/18/2021 / 12:37 pm

    Having worked for the postal service, I know things can get colorful there, but that’s a new one on me

  7. granonine 02/18/2021 / 12:47 pm

    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 🙂

  8. Bear 02/18/2021 / 5:01 pm

    ooooo…. I can see that actually happening. Well told. A good campfire story here.

    • Susan St.Pierre 02/18/2021 / 5:21 pm

      Thanks! Around the campfire, I’d have to use more than 100 words. 😉

      • Bear 02/18/2021 / 8:36 pm

        Of course. So would I. Hehe!

  9. rochellewisoff 02/19/2021 / 6:59 am

    Graveyard shift indeed. Good one Susan.



  10. draliman 02/19/2021 / 11:48 pm

    Every workplace needs a ghost cat for the graveyard shift 🙂

    • Susan St.Pierre 02/20/2021 / 7:43 am

      Thank-you kindly. That’s a great combination in my book.

  11. Dale 02/20/2021 / 10:58 am

    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 🙂

    • Susan St.Pierre 02/20/2021 / 11:00 am

      Seems Fluffy just wanted to cuddle. THAT would be a wonderful twist in a longer format! Thanks.

      • Dale 02/20/2021 / 11:19 am

        Yes. Though I imagine that first time would freak out most…

  12. Eugenia Parrish Author 02/20/2021 / 4:44 pm

    A kitty ghost story! Very atmospheric. I’d like to think I wouldn’t shriek, but then again . . .

    • Susan St.Pierre 02/20/2021 / 4:45 pm

      Yes… I would hope that I’d embrace the phenomenon but ???

  13. ahtdoucette 02/21/2021 / 10:01 am

    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!

    • Susan St.Pierre 02/21/2021 / 10:24 am

      Thanks! Uh-oh … Fluffy seemed nice. I hadn’t thought about Pet Semetary! Yikes!

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