flash fiction

She pops the red flag up, glancing over her shoulder as she does. They all do. She looks at the sky and presses the palms of her hands to her eyes.

It's Jack I feel bad for. A postal worker in life, he didn't know he'd be required to continue his courier services by death.

Ah, yes. I know you're so excited, and you just can't hide it. You're about to lose control.