139 Old rafters brewing storm

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At the top of the old Victorian house, there’s a flight of dim, dark stairs. They lead to a pair of rarely used attic rooms. Cold. Steep. Narrow. As you climb, you feel the dust on the banisters. The threadbare carpets. The creaking boards.

Two rooms greet you at the top, and a small landing with a single empty chair, facing the wall. The first door leads into a box room. In the half light are shadows. Forgotten things.

Between the boxes, pushed against the far wall, beneath a tiny blurry window, is a slanted wooden form. A child sized school desk, with lifting lid and a hole for the ink. Here, is an unusually remote place. A place you can sit, and be alone, at the very top of an old Victorian house. Sit, and listen, to the rumbling in the chimneys. The moaning wind, through the tiles and rafters. The strange and eerie sounds, of a brewing storm.