Daniel Guerra

Aunt Neida's Attic Daniel Guerra

My aunt Neida's house was almost hidden from the front. The large trees of oaks, maples, firs and pines; among others, covered it jealously. Behind the property was something else. It was anchored at the top of the hill where there was an impressive ravine. Then, the abyss below was surrounded it by an immense lake. On the other side of its waters, one could contemplate the imposing silhouette of the mansion. What I loved the most was the attic. But, I am not going to tell you the story. You are going to read it yourself.