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Milo could never run up the stairs in the old cottage. Every one of them was a different height from the last, making it impossible to properly judge how high to lift his foot. Either it was too high and he stumbled forward with his foot fell beneath where he was expecting it to stop; or he kicked the step lip with his socked foot. Had they been carpeted like the ones in his friends suburban homes it might not have been so bad, but in this old cottage they were unforgiving grey stone; cold as a castle but without the precision or attention to detail.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 10, 2014.
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The stairs ahead were twisted in a perfect spiral, like a child's slinky toy pulled from each end. Each stair was likely a deep walnut, but with the thick layer of undisturbed dust it was hard to tell. The inner edge was painted antique cream, and when Saskia disturbed the dust layer the paint was quite perfect underneath; no dirt and no flaking or dents. It was as if it was perfect one day and abandoned the next, just like the rest of the world. So where were the skeletons? Or if still alive, why didn't anybody take their clothes or possessions? She let her hand fall on to the black iron rail, rough in it's rustic charm and placed her weight on the first step. There was no creak or sign of rot, they were as solid as the day they were made. She walked swiftly to the top leaving her shoe prints behind.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 10, 2014.
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The stairs were slapped against the chipboard wallpaper as if they were an afterthought. They fell too close to the entrance and were uncommonly narrow. The rail was simply a plank of wood supported by three mean spindles. It looked for all the world that it would come crashing down with even the weight of a child, yet it must have been there thirty years or more. It was hard to tell the original colour of the carpet, likely it was once beige but now it was closer to a muddy slate. Taryn took a deep breath before placing even some of her weight on the lowest step and kept her hands clear away from the rail. The squeak did not surprise her but it was immediate and loud, if there was anyone upstairs they now knew she was here. After freezing to listen for a few moments she began to ascend against the advice of her anxiety.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 10, 2014.
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Giving access to both floors, the stairs sweep ever upwards. It's smooth slightly rounded banister guides you to the top floor.

~ Lee Maddocks

By Gragsy, May 6, 2014.