Mistake: A to Z Challenge 2017 Post #13


Welcome to my A to Z Blogging Challenge Posts.

This month I’ve challenged myself to not only do 26 blog posts in 30 days based on One Word Writing Prompts, but also to try to link them together into some kind of cohesive whole.  I’d love to hear how you think I’m doing.  If you want to start the story from the beginning, check out the Angel post from April 1.

Today’s One Word Writing Prompt:

The definitions are from the Oxford English Dictionary via their on-line access (which I have through my University employer).  Feel free to skip down to the story segment if you don’t share my fascination with words, definitions, and shades of meaning.


mistake, n.
a. A misconception about the meaning of something; a thing incorrectly done or thought; an error of judgement.
†b. a mistake of: a misconception as to. Obs.
c. In generalized use: misapprehension, misunderstanding; error, misjudgement.
d. concr. In predicative use: something chosen through an error of judgement; a badly selected thing, a regrettable choice.
e. colloq. or euphem. An instance of a woman’s becoming pregnant unintentionally; an unplanned baby. Cf. accidentn. 8e.
mistake, v.
†1. trans.
a. To take improperly, wrongfully, or in error. Obs.
b. To object to, take amiss. Obs. rare.
†2.  a. intr. To transgress, offend, do wrong. Obs. (Sc. in later use).
b. trans. (refl.) in the same sense. Also (occas.) in pass.Obs.
3. trans. To make an error in the choice of (one’s way, route, etc.). †to mistake one’s mark: to miss one’s target (obs.). Now rare.
4. trans.
a. To misunderstand the meaning of (a person); to attach a wrong meaning to the words or actions of (a person).
b. To have a misconception with regard to (an opinion, statement, action, purpose, etc.); to misapprehend the meaning or intention of; to take in a wrong sense.
5.  †a. trans. To have a wrong view of the character of (a person). Also with complement. Obs.
b. to mistake one’s man (also woman): to judge incorrectly or underestimate the character or capabilities of the person with whom one is dealing.
6.  a. intr. To make a mistake; to be in error; to err in opinion or judgement; to be under a misapprehension; to take a wrong view. Now somewhat arch.
b. trans. (in pass.) in the same sense. Also (now Sc.refl. Freq. with aboutin (rarely †of).
7. to mistake (a person or thing) for (some other person or thing): to suppose erroneously the former to be the latter; to identify wrongly as. Freq. in pass.
8. trans.
a. To be under a misconception as to the identity or nature of; to take to be somebody or something else. Now only inthere is no mistaking: it is impossible not to recognize.
†b. To estimate wrongly. Obs.
†9. trans. With direct object and complement: to suppose erroneously to be or to do something. Also in pass. Obs.
†10. trans. To bring by mistake intoObs.
†11. trans. To make an error in regard to (a date, number, etc.); to perform (an action) at a wrong time. Obs.

Today’s Story Segment:


Rosario shut the bedroom door behind him as well.  He would still be able to hear Uriel if he called out, and this would give Uriel privacy.  Unlike Evander and Savino, Rosario still had some principals, and seeing someone naked when he didn’t have any relationship with them was not something he was comfortable with.

The knock on the door was a welcome distraction when it came.  Rosario hurried over and opened the door for Savino.

“Thank you for finding clothes for Uriel,” Rosario said as he closed the door after Savino.

“No problem, but you get to explain to everyone who your guest is.  I just said I was borrowing them for a guest of yours.”

“I can do that,” Rosario said.

“Where do you want them?” Savion asked.  “I think if I let go of the pile it’s going to fall all over the place.”

“We can leave them on the bed,” Rosario said, leading the way to the second bedroom and opening the door.

Savion moved quickly to the bed and set down the clothes, which did slide out of their neat pile to cascade across the end of the bed.

Rosario watched as Savino turned toward the bathroom door.  The water of the shower was audible, so it was obvious enough what Uriel was doing in there.

Savino took a step away from the bed and toward the bathroom door.

Rosario watched him, noting the slight tension in his shoulders and the tilt of his head, as if he were straining to listen for something.

Savino took another step.

“That would be a mistake,” Rosario said softly.

Savino whirled to face Rosario.  “I’m sorry, brother,” he said, bowing.

“I’m not angry, I just want everyone to respect Uriel’s privacy the way they would anyone else’s.  He’s not some curiosity for us to amuse ourselves with.  He’s an angel, sent here with a specific mission, and his arrival portends dire circumstances in my future.”

“I will comport myself properly,” Savino promised, hurrying to join Rosario at the door.

Rosario turned and stepped back into the sitting room, waiting for Savino to follow before closing the bedroom door once more.  The room was included in his suite so that if he ever took a lover they could be safe and have space of their own.  Rosario was grateful that it was empty at the moment.

“Are you worried about the dire need his presence predicts?” Savino asked, resting his hand gently on Rosario’s arm.

“I’m not sure yet,” Rosario replied.  “It depends on what kind of need it ends up being.  We have no way of knowing if it’s some kind of outside threat, or an internal one, or simply some dire need with my work.  Can you think of anyone who would be more useful to support me in my work than an angel?”

“An angel would seem appropriate to ministering to homeless teenagers,” Savino replied.  “But I find it hard to believe that the Lord would send one for something as small as that.  We always have a dire need for something at the office or one of the homes.  That will always be the case, but we also have the means to procure what we need in those instances.”

“I suppose I just want it to be something that doesn’t involve a threat,” Rosario said with a sigh.  “I want to not be looking over my shoulder all the time now.”

“I know,” Savino said softly, squeezing Rosario’s arm gently.  “I’ll be with you as I always am, and Uriel can accompany us to the office and the homes as long as we find appropriate clothes for him.  We won’t be without aid when the time comes, and that should mean we’ll be fine.”

“I hope you’re right,” Rosario said.  He fervently hoped that Savino was right, but just because they had aid at the time of dire need, didn’t mean that they would triumph over whatever it was that caused the dire need.

“Do you want me to stay?” Savino asked.

“No,” Rosario replied.  “I don’t want to accidentally give the impression that I’m afraid of Uriel.”

Savino laughed.  “I doubt you’ll give that impression, brother, but I’ll leave you to it.  Just let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”

“Thank you, Savino,” Rosario said as his brother moved toward the door.  Savino was almost as old as Rosario.  They’d been close since before Savino’s creation and Rosario tried very hard never to take his presence for granted.  Savino was the truest friend he’d ever had, and a true brother of his heart.

Alone again, Rosario moved to one of the couches.  It was only after he sat quietly for a moment that he realized he was hungry.  He’d been leaving this evening to join a few of his other brothers at a restaurant one of them financed.  He’d never made it of course, and that meant he’d had no dinner.

Moving across the room, Rosario picked up the phone and dialed down to the kitchen.  Evander ran the place more like a hotel than an apartment building, so that if needed, they would have everything they required without having to venture out into an increasingly hostile world.

“What can I do for you?” one of the kitchen staff asked.

“Can you please send up two meals to my suite, one vegetarian.”  He didn’t know what angels ate, or even if they ate, but if they did, he assumed Uriel would be hungry.


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