Annie DeMoranville Writes: It Rings

I owe you a weekly menu, but it’s been a busy week of writing. I’ll try to get it up this weekend.  Here’s my latest little Instagram post:

Left on a dusty shelf in a dark corner of a secondhand store. A hidden treasure, ignored and neglected. I brought it home, cleaned it up, and stationed it on my desk. There it sat, silenced by smaller, faster, more mobile instruments. Still, I loved its sleek, strong presence, evoking thoughts of rainy night mysteries.

Sitting, working, when the quiet of the night was shattered by ringing. I must be hallucinating. It rings again.

I picked up the receiver…