It was the first time that I had ever hated the sound of my own name. "Tommy, you're up," the coach had yelled down from the entrance of the dugout. I was sitting on the end of the bench next to my ... [+]
Andrea Goyan is an award-winning author. Recent stories are available in Small Wonders, Intrepidus Ink, Dark Matter Presents: Monstrous Futures, Flash Fiction Magazine, and The Molotov Cocktail. You can find more of her words on her website www.andreagoyan.com or follow her on Twitter. "My Dead-End Job" is in Short Circuit #15, Short Édition's quarterly review.
My life changed the day Cleopatra corporealized in the outdoor food court during our lunch rush. Corporealized. Bet you're surprised I know such a big word, but I do love me a good ghost story. Love all those haunt words like materialize, manifest, incarnate, emerge. Maybe my interest and knowledge of such things made me a natural when the Queen appeared. I just thank my lucky stars I was on the clock when it happened.
I'm the greeter at that new big box store on Port Avenue and 6th. My job is to make sure shoppers have their club cards when they enter. My grandma hates the place and bur