What We Keep Safe

Experience  Writing Halloween Prompt: HUSK

I woke up one morning, or maybe it was evening, and found, to my horror, that nobody was home.

My front door had been twisted off its hinges and thrown to the floor; the windows were broken, and dust filtered through moonlight ( or maybe it was sunlight ) aimlessly from room to room.

In the darkness I cried out, knowing full well no one could hear me:

“Where are the walls that kept me safe from the rain, mold, and rats? Where are the soft and fragile bones that I had kept safe for all of these years? They couldn’t have climbed up and out of our home all on their own. I was crafted by Matteo Carver, the finest coffin maker in the world; his work was designed to last for an eternity.”

“So what happened?”

“Where are the bones dressed in black and held together with wire and wax that I was entrusted with? Did somebody steal them away? Or did they get up all on their own and walk away and leave me here on my own?”

I didn’t think that was possible.

Regardless of what I may think, it appears that is exactly what happened.

I feel empty; I am hollow. I am a husk. I have no purpose.

So if by chance you need a place to rest your tired and weary bones, come and find me, and let’s see what we can do.

I was created by the finest coffin maker in the world, and his work guarantees you an eternal rest.

Two broken coffins in a ruined stone crypt surrounded by rubble

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A.M. Moscoso

Three Years from Now

In three years I hope to have learned some new hobbies like drawing and crocheting

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and I’d like to be more proficient in calling for the dead to come forward for a chat.

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I  have a feeling I won’t have the sewing and drawing thing nailed down. Oh well. One can only try and hope for the best.

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Oakwood Cemetery.
Beaver Dam WI USA
October2023

In Celebration of Felines

The thing about Cats is that they can see ghosts,

unlike dogs

cats aren’t worried about what a mean spirited  ghost can do to you

but mean spirited Ghosts are most definitely aware of what cats can do to them.

Next time your cat’s eyes are closed and he or she is swishing his tail from side to side, for no visable reason at all,  give them an extra boop or treat.

They’ve earned it.

The Wonder Stars

Inspired by Writober Flash Fiction Challenge#6

Back in the early days of Vaudevill my Great Grandfather toured the world and even performed in shows where the Great Harry Houdini appeared.

The show my Great Grandfather toured in was called,  ‘  Captain Victor Chalmers and his WONDER STARS!’

My Great Grandfather wasn’t a Magician,  and  his claim about seeing the world may have been an exaggeration  his talent as a comediane  wasn’t and he was well known  in those circles as being a truly funny guy.

He told us liked Harry Houdini- he liked his tricks and he liked his showmanship but  Great Granddad had a way of figuring out the how in things- like pulling the wool over people’s eyes and he said at the end of the day Houdini’s greatest talent was his ability to make you look where he wanted you to look.

Did I mention my Great Granddad was also a Prosecutor when he was a  young man?

He sent more people to prison or the gallows then he would ever have admitted to out loud, and those numbers are probably the reason he quit law.

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There was one act that sort of stuck in Great Granddad’s  craw, it drove him to distraction my Grandma said, and that act was Marlie Ellison- she was a fortune teller and she had the ability to call Spirits forth.

Marlie didn’t use a lot of props, but she always appeared with her cat- an inky black cat with a white mark that ran from just between his eyes to the nape of his neck and it was jagged- like a lightning bolt.

He was an impressive animal and Great Granddad was certain her cat served as a distraction to whatever slight of hand Marlie may have been using.

So,  Marlie and Zeke  would take the stage- Marlie and Zeke under  their real names, and she would conjure up  dreadful apparitions who knew all kinds of secrets about people sitting in the room and after the show, for a tidy sum, she would meet you in the nearest cemetery with her faded deck of hand painted and inked tarot cards and she would tell your fortune.

I’d say future, but in some cases the people who meant Marlie didn’t have a future and after she told them the good news or the bad news she would leave them there in the dark to contemplate their fate.

Sometimes Zeke, who rode on Marlie’s shoulder would swivel his head around and watch those doomed or enlightened figures get swallowed up in the darkness and when they were gone, he would put his muzzle next to Marlie’s ear and purr and Marlie would look down and smile a sly  smile that nobody could see.

But it was there. You didn’t have to see it to know it was there.

You could feel it.

Before he passed away my Grandma asked her Dad if it bothered him that he never sussed out Marlie Ellison and from his death bed he said,

” I did. I figured it out.”

My Grandma sat down on the side of his bed. ” The Devil you say. ”

” No. It was the cat. ”

Grandma thought that her Dad’s mind was going a little soft and she asked, ” her cat? ”

” It was the cat who could call the Spirits forth, it was the cat that could see through the veil. It was the cat who could look at a card, see your death and without missing a beat pass that information right along to Marlie. ”

” I figured as much- that it had to be the cat and one night I met them in the cemetery. I told her I was getting married- which was true and could she see what my future held for me? ”

We went to a masouleum and she sat on the steps and spread out her cards, Zeke was sitting on her should  and he looked down at the cards and then he looked up at me and I heard him say, ” go on, ‘fess up Marlie. He knows. ”

Marlie looked up at me. She smiled. ” Leave it to the hangman to get to the bottom of my secret. But its here. In the cards. On the day you die, you’re going to tell your daughter our secret.”

” On the day I die? ”

Marlie nodded. Zeke closed his eyes and when he opened them, they glowed deep and green.

Zeke, said in his own voice ” And then she is going to tell your story to her Granddaughter and she is going to write about us. ”

And that’s exactly what happened.