The Button Collector

Inspired By The Danse Macabre Writing Prompt: Visiting The Other Room

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We

were standing in a room full of doors.

Each door was shut, each door looked exactly like the door next to it

and all of the doors smelled like wood polish- orange scented wood polish.

” Sometimes it is so hard to choose. ” she said to me.

I waited, as I always do, patiently.

There is no rushing her on days like this.

” One is as good as the other.” I reminded her.

She shrugged.

” It’s all so random. I mean. Wouldn’t it be nice if I could say today I am taking doors five, eleven and 64. I could even plan it days in advance. How great would that be? No surprises, no arguments. Just one-two-three and I’m done for the day. I could have all the time in the world to pursue my hobbies, maybe even work on a tan.”

I coughed delicately. ” You have hobbies?”

” Of course. I collect buttons and keys.”

” You know, I never would have guessed that.”

She reached over her head and pulled her hood over her forehead, she took up her scythe and squared her shoulders. Death spun herself around three times- stopped and pointed and she asked ” Am I pointing at a door?”

One of my other two heads replied, ‘ You’re good. See you later.”

” Later Gator, I mean Cerberus. You know I mean all three of your right?”

We did.

Death chose her door as randomly as she always did and we set down and watched the doors like we always do and we waited for our friend to return to us.

Like she always does.

He was taking pictures of the fog rolling up from the Sound, it was thick that morning and the Ferry Boats looked like they were floating on gray clouds.

” These shots are going to be so good.”

He was going to be the biggest thing in Instagram today. He could feel it on his bones.

He took a minute to look them over and just as he clicked on the last one, an artery in his brain swelled and then it tore and the last thing he ever saw was that picture of a ferry gliding towards him on a sea of gray mist and the woman in black standing at her bow.

And she was looking right at him.

I Did Not See That One Coming

Inspired By The Danse Macabre Prompt: Just Seven More Minutes

Melt a Smartie

Make French Toast Sticks

Fly a Tiger Jet helicopter after it’s been charged

It takes  seven minutes at the speed of light to reach the surface of the Sun

If I could spend seven minutes with someone I loved and lost

I’d probably want to do one of these things

with those seven precious minutes

because

Eternity is a long road with no rest stops

Death is a brutal cheat

and memories that make you smile

make you smile forever.

 

A Little Danse

Inspired by the Danse Macabre Prompt: Cemetery Exploring With Akari 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

One year, just a few days before Halloween I took a tour of some local haunted sights and I even visited a graveyard.

It was nightfall by the time we got to the remains of the cemetery- and I call it the remains because some graves and most of the headstones had been moved.

Apparently the cemetery had fallen into disrepair, it wasn’t being cared for and it had been over run by blackberry and sticker bushes- from what I understand some of the headstones had been stolen and vandalized too.

But then the community rallied and some changes were made.

I’m sure the process of cleaning the area up was done correctly and with the dignity required because this cemetery is located in a part of town where gentrification is taking place and nothing spells decorum and dignity like not making homes you want to sell to well to do young families come across as that development with all of it’s issues  in ” Poltergeist”

You can see the very little cemetery from decks tricked out with  plants and fancy outdoor furniture and  in couple of cases, dining room windows.

I’ve never seen this cemetery by daylight- and I’m not sure I want to now.

Something about that sad little place touched this former Cemetery employee’s dark little heart and I want to remember it as it was-

just before Halloween, at nightfall  when the air was cold and the  sky was full of  clouds and stars.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso