narrow · upper floor · last known use unknown
the wall is plaster painted the colour of old butter, and along it at the height of a tall man's shoulder runs a single oak rail with eleven turned pegs. the pegs are evenly spaced and slightly worn at the head, as if hands had brushed them a thousand times.
there is nothing on the pegs. there is nothing on the floor below the pegs — no boots, no umbrella stand, no shoe-rack. the opposite wall has no door, only a low ledge and a small window onto another wall.
the keeper supposes the pegs held eleven coats, eleven cloaks, eleven aprons, or eleven of something else. the keeper is fairly certain about the number and uncertain about everything else.
field-note: the seventh peg from the left, counting either way, is darker. nothing is now hung there.