Monthly Archives: June 2017

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

Polish: Dom Siódmego Menueta 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, … Continue reading →

Italian: La Casa del Settimo Minuetto 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 … Continue reading →

French: La Maison du Septième Menuet I was glad the hallway light had been left on for me.  I’d told my great aunt that I had no idea when I’d be arriving, so it would be nice if things were … Continue reading →

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 →