Until Further Notice

Thanks to social distancing, my co-worker Connor and I are finally alone. Only two employees at a time are permitted in the break room to clean out their lockers.

“Did you know Amazon Prime ships steel caskets in two days?” Connor looks at me, and my gut drops.

“What?”

“According to CNN, death rates are rising. We need to plan.”

Even when he says crazy things, he’s irresistibly cute.

“Look, it’s okay,” I say, “At least we weren’t fired.”

“I guess,” Connor sighs, “But how long will we work from home?”

I shrug. “So kiss me now before you can’t.”

From Guest Contributor Tammy Smith

Tammy is a social worker from New Jersey. Her writing has been published or is forthcoming in The Esthetic Apostle, Ailment: Chronicles of Illness Narratives, The Dewdrop, io Literary Journal, and Ariel Chart.

Whispers

The whispers tickled her ears as if carried on the wind. She'd turn around, looking for the source, but everyone would be facing lockers or huddled in small groups. Whoever it was, he wanted her to suffer.

She started faking illnesses in order to stay home for school, hoping he would forget her. Yet every time she returned, he was waiting to torment her. The worst part was that he never revealed himself, so she couldn't confide in a teacher or counselor, lest they think she were crazy.

It is this kind of insidious behavior that makes ghosts so frightening.