Graveyard Shift – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.


Image © Liz Young. Used with permission for this Friday Fictioneers Challenge only. Any other use of this image requires Liz Young’s permission.

Graveyard Shift

The graveyard shift is the hardest. You sit. You watch. You fight the enemy inside, the one that makes your eyelids droop. Only the hardest, only the best make it through this hour. But a woman’s gotta do what a woman’s gotta do. The reward will be worth it.

My work isn’t easy. Competition is fierce. Victory is sweet, but a woman must also face defeat with grace. Like now.


There he is, back from his overseas trip, happily weathering my little brother’s assault.

“Billy wins,” Mum says. “It’ll be The Smurfs, not The Power Rangers this weekend.”

(100 words)

I pledge

Another little experiment. Writing from a kid’s perspective is not something I do often.


44 thoughts on “Graveyard Shift – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

  1. The term ‘the graveyard shift’ led me to consider that an older person was the narrator. But that’s perhaps because as a worker I worked many such shifts.😴

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  2. Interesting, how gracious she was in defeat. I didn’t have any sisters, but I don’t think my daughter would have given in to her little brother that easily. 🙂

    Nice misdirection with this one, Gabi. A fun read.

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