The Caller

Fandango’s February Expressions #26:
Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t

If he knocks, does she have to open the door?

Does she have to let him in, offer him tea and a seat near the living room window

next to the fireplace?

That’s her favorite place to sit, there are Jade plants in the window and the radio is in the corner. The radio has an eye on the center of it’s face. It closes when the radio signal is weak.

It hasn’t worked for ages, she wasn’t even sure people used radios anymore.

Focus she told herself. Focus!

She needed to decide and she needed to decide now because she was sure he was

going to knock on her door and that he was going to ask to come in and of course the

polite thing to do would be to offer him something warm to drink, it was so cold outside.

She went to the door, she flicked the light switch and the pale warm lights from the ceiling winked off and her wall papered walls ( faded gold birds flying towards the ceiling, sad they would never make it she thought when she looked at it )  and her furniture and paintings of lakes and flowers painted by long gone hands winked out too.

Of course she didn’t have to let him in, she doesn’t have to offer him something to drink

to take the chill out of his bones. She isn’t responsible for his comfort, for what he wants or feels.

She put her hand on the door, it was cool to the touch- or maybe it was just her. She was always cold. She was always worried about not doing the right thing. Her hand slid to the door knob and she turned it just as she heard the beginning of the knock that she dreaded would come.

Thump. Thu-

She turned the knob, she pulled open the door and the empty Night stood at her door politely, waiting to be invited in and offered tea and a seat next to the window with her Jade plants and the radio with the eye in the center of it’s face.

” Why do you always come here, why do  you always come to me? ” Death asked the night.

The Night didn’t answer- it never did but she let it in like she always does and probably always will because sometimes when you are faced with darkness or you are darkness itself it’s better to choose to face it with someone you know then to face it with someone you don’t know at all.

Eternity is such a long time.



Never Really Were

Fandango’s Provocative Question #58-What is something you’ve long believed to be true, but you now realize is not true?

Soul Mates



I believed in these things with all of my heart


I realized

that some of the people who believed this

were the most



and lost pieces of human wreckage to be washed up on the shores of life.

I don’t want to be like them, think like them, I never want those words to pass my lips again- unless of course snark is involved.

Now I believe when I go home at night

 my dog will be glad to see me every single time I walk in the door

and  there is no such thing as a  bad tasting

Marshmallow Peep.

Some Peeps are dipped in Crème Fudge.

Life isn’t always fair and some of the people in it are a bust, but it’s usually amusing.

One Liner Wednesday- In Dog I Trust

One-Liner Wednesday – Written Off

Hamish Macbeth 2014
by: A.M. Moscoso

“If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.” — James Thurber

I’m hoping that Hamish Macbeth puts in a few good words for me.

 I think he will.


Hamish Macbeth 2020
Photo A.M. Moscoso