Monthly Archives: June 2017

The House of the Seventh Minuet V

“Gold,” I whispered, staring at the handrail. How could it have been gold?  For the past few days, I had been using a wooden handrail, darkly-stained and well-polished.  What was going on? The further down the stairs I looked, the … Continue reading

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The House of the Seventh Minuet IV

I ate at a diner that overlooked the river that ran along Highway 90, then found the Eagle Cliff Store.  They had enough provisions for me to get through a few more days in the house, but I knew that … Continue reading

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The House of the Seventh Minuet III

A lot of movies and books have a certain pattern that they follow when there is a house in the woods.  It’s more of a trope, really.  Usually, someone’s first night in a house like this involves a thunderstorm and … Continue reading

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The House of the Seventh Minuet II

I was glad that the hallway light had been left on for me.  I had told my great aunt that I had no idea when I’d be arriving, so it would be nice if things were set up for the … Continue reading

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The House of the Seventh Minuet

It was the kind of house that gets left to you when a distant relative leaves the mortal coil.  It was big and old and distant.  Maybe great things had happened there decades ago– could I even reckon it in … Continue reading

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