30 Sep

“I grew up in an orphanage.”  The words were said quickly, like she was ripping off a bandage and wanted the pain to be over in as little time as possible.

I opened my mouth to respond but she cut me off “now take your shock, your pity, your horror, your disgrace and whatever else you are feeling and go get over it somewhere else for I don’t want to see none of that.  I’ve had enough of that to fill a lifetime.”

I looked at the elegant lady and took her in, from her polished, pointy shoes to the well curled locks of hair.  No one ended up in orphanages but destitute; what family, however poor would not take in a child who had lost their parents?  Even a struggling farming family would trade another mouth to feed for the extra hands to help around the farm.  Here was a woman admitting that she had no family to speak of, or that she had family and circumstances meant they could not acknowledge her as their own.  But here she sat before me, a lady of elegance, a lady of society… a… lady!  People like her come from family, and those families are rich and powerful.  Here sat a contradiction.

She remained impervious to all my questions, as you can imagine I had many.

“I made my promise. Perhaps I have already said too much. Good day.”

I took this as my cue to leave but as I was in the hall I heard a door close upstairs.  I saw what could only be the lady’s daughter descending the stairs and naturally I paused.

She reached the bottom of the stairs and for a moment she just looked at me.

“Good evening.” I said. “I’ve just been visiting your mother—”

“I know. Look, I don’t know anything about it.”  She said, “But if you want to know then perhaps you should speak to her best friend.”

“Who is that?”  I asked.

“Bobbie… Bobbie Hilton.”

“A boy?”

“No, she’s a girl.  They knew each other as children.  Bobbie must have been a pet name, like my mother, she was known a Frankie instead of Francesca.”

“Where can I find her?  Do you have an address.”


“Does your mother not write to this good friend of hers?”

“No, she is not allowed, don’t ask why… I don’t know.”

“Right.”  As Alice would say this was getting curiouser and curiouser.  “Do you know anything else about this Bobbie?”

“No…”  she thought for a moment.  “Wait!  She was from the highlands, I think.  Does that help?”

“It narrows it down a bit.  Thank you.”


It was many years later that I tracked down Bobbie Hilton.   Roberta, for that was her name, was an elegant lady but not surrounded by the riches her friend was.  I was saddened to hear from her that Frankie had passed away a few years prior.

“We had a good friendship, dear Frankie and I.”  Bobbie said.  “All things come to an end eventually, I just wished I could have seen her one last time.”

“Why couldn’t you?”  I asked.  Bobbie looked at me for a full minute without speaking, like she was searching me for something… trust?”

“With Frankie gone now and I myself not far from seeing the pearly gates…If I do not tell now the story may well die with me.  But you must be willing to listen to the full story and promise on your life that you will not speak of it to another soul again.  I wish you to record it in full detail to be released by your children, or grandchildren, in one hundred years time.  Not a day sooner.  Do you agree?”

“But why?”

“That will be explained in the telling of the story, lets just say it is very important and if you tell too soon you may destroy two thirds of the universe….  All I need now is your agreement.  Those are the conditions of my telling.”

“I agree.”  What else could I do?  And so Bobbie started

Continue on to Chapter One


Posted by on 30th September, 2012 in Future's Present


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14 responses to “Prologue

  1. ghekate

    14th October, 2012 at 21:05

    Two thirds of the universe! Oh my goodness! *clicks follow button*

    • kathleen

      14th October, 2012 at 21:51

      Awwww! Thank you! I hope It doesn’t dissapoint!

  2. jbfairybirdsimstories

    16th November, 2012 at 02:00

    This is very intriguing for a start to a story. I’ll need to catch up as I have time.

    • kathleen

      16th November, 2012 at 21:19

      Thank you! I hope you enjoy the rest so far! Read with caution, things are not always what the seem. Also keep an eye out when looking at the pictures, there’ll be things in some that aren’t quite right. They’re not mistakes but are the science fiction elements of the story comming through and help tell the other side of the story which you’ll learn (much) later on.

  3. Seal

    13th December, 2012 at 19:14

    The picture! Lol sorry about being so slow…

  4. bagley777

    17th January, 2013 at 08:04

    I’m hooked already! You write really well, and the screenshots are good too. It’s very compelling. I’m just starting a Sims blog of my own…have any advice for me? 🙂

    • kathleen

      18th January, 2013 at 09:22

      Thank you very much! I’ll be sure to check out your blog. The only advice I have is to work ahead and stick to a schedule. If you have a massive productivity streak and write four chapters in one day with wordpress you can schedule them to post once a week, that way if real life gets in the way for a few weeks you can take a break but stull have your chapters post. I find committing to a regular schedule means I’m less likley to put off making the pictures and getting the chapter posted, because I have a deadline. Without a deadline I’m all “Yeah, I’ll get around to that sometime…”

      • bagley777

        19th January, 2013 at 07:09

        Hahaha, yeah I’ve already (tried) to do this. I’m trying to update once a week, but it’s already proving to be difficult. 😦 I’ll keep working at it though, and maybe I’ll get a little faster at writing chapters. :p Thanks for the advice!

  5. daijahv

    6th February, 2013 at 02:56

    Interesting! Here Bobbie thinks Francesca is dead but she isn’t and she has a story to tell that may endanger the lives of a great deal of people? I wonder what that could be!

    • kathleen

      6th February, 2013 at 12:34

      Yay! Thanks for your comment! The second part takes place many years after the first and Frankie passed on between those two parts. But yeah, their story if told too early could have catastrophic results, lol.

  6. caterpillar

    9th February, 2013 at 07:22

    I’ve been meaning to catch up on this story, and here I am. Really excellent start, I’m looking forward to hearing Frankie and Bobbie’s tale!

    • kathleen

      9th February, 2013 at 15:18

      Yay! Happy to see you here! I hope you enjoy it!

  7. cinderbeauty

    20th March, 2013 at 09:44

    Sounds so interesting! 😀 Must read it all!!!

    • kathleen

      20th March, 2013 at 18:33

      Thank you! I hope you enjoy it! 😀


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