The House On The Hill

September 27, 2014 § Leave a comment


That house on the hill was from the 18th century.


He said they’d moved out of it and into the new house in the back yard in the early 70ties but everything was still in place inside, just like the day they had moved out. He cleaned it regularly himself.


His mother had been an adopted child. No papers were needed those days – you could just get the youngest child from the poorer relatives. They had been thankful.


“All very religious people.”


His own children, in their late twenties, early thirties, had left the valley because of the bad Internet connection.


This had been his room.


“Where are you from?” “Your occupation?”



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