Published March 13, 2013
Prologue
Pamela sighed as she saw the task ahead of her; a dusty desk, crowded with dusty old books. Several empty ink bottles were scattered across the floor, and several feather pens strewn around. The floor needed a good sweep, too. Her grandfather had always been old fashioned, ever since she could remember. A tear rolled down her cheek, dear old grandpa. She remembered back to her fifth birthday, grandpa was bouncing her on his knee and singing a song; his hearty, full laugh filled her mind and more tears ran down her cheeks. Drying her tears, she set her mind back to the work ahead of her. Her eye fell on an a piece of paper on the desk; old and worn. Picking it up, she noticed the date, May 16, 1904. Reading further,
My Dearest Abraham,
It's been at least a year since I've last gotten a letter from you. Where have you been? I've missed you so much! I have so much to tell you – surely, you are getting my letters? I know of no other way to reach you, since we are too far away to visit. I miss you dearly. With all of my love,
Claude M.
“Who could Claude be?” Pamela mumbled to herself; she'd never heard the name before, so the letter interested her. She turned the letter over. Nothing there. She brought the letter downstairs to grandma,
“Gramma?” Pamela called. Grandma came out of the kitchen, a platter of chocolate chip cookies in her hand.
“Yes, honey?” She asked, setting down the plate on the table. Pamela handed the letter to her,
“I found this letter – who was Claude M.?”
“Hmm....” her grandmother put her glasses on the bridge of her nose and read the note; “Ah. Yes, Claude, the dear girl. She was your grandfather's little sister.” Grandma sighed and handed the note back.
“Didn't grandpa ever reply to her? It sounds like he didn't?” Pamela was very confused. Surely grandpa would have answered his little sister's letters...surely.
“Oh, uh. No. Your grandpa – well, he..” grandma stuttered, a tear ran down her face. “It's rather hard to explain, darling. Why don't you just leave it be? Here, I made some cookies – would you like some?”
Pamela felt bad for upsetting grandma, and accepted two cookies. “Thank you. They are yummy – as always!”
Grandma smiled, pouring two glasses of milk, “they were your grandpa's favorite kind, you know.” She sat down and ate a cookie, too.
“Have you gotten much progress in grandpa's study?” she asked, glad for Pam's help.
“Well, not a whole lot. I was a little bit lost in my thoughts, but I'll get it done. You relax and don't worry about it, gramma.” Pam smiled. Giving her grandma a quick hug, she mumbled something about needing to get the cleaning done.
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Hi there, Stella here!
Okay so whenever I read a prologue I'm always a little bit wary. Why? Well, because a prologue is what happens before your story begins, and a lot of people write their first chapter and call it a prologue. So I always approach them with apprehension, since I'm not always sure if they're necessary.
I liked this though! For a minute I didn't realise that her grandfather had died recently. I found the image of a tear rolling down her cheek a little bit silly though, I mean, was she crying beforehand? I know he just died but if they're beginning to clear out his stuff you think she'd be able to manage it without crying- and even then the image of just a single tear poetically going down her face-I don't know, have you ever tried to cry elegantly? I have. It's actually reasonably difficult. Your eyes get all damp around the edges before there's any rolling.
Anyway. What a tangent.
I found this intriguing, and the grandmother's input was my favourite bit. I was shocked when you said Claude was his sister- it didn't seem a very sisterly letter! I would have expected a little less affection and a little more sibling banter. Also why put the "M" at the end of her name- surely he would know who she was without that? So the letter was the main thing I took issue with.
Overall though, I like how you did this, I liked Pamela and her grandmother and I can't wait to see how this fits in with the rest of your story
Hope I helped, drop me a note if you need anything!
-Stella x
Stella,
So, I guess it might've sounded silly. But anyways, it was like she was looking around the room and everything was grandpa's and it made her sad. And actually, I'm changing the lil sisters name from Claude to Mildred -- For some reason, I had ALWAYS thought that Claude was a girls name :-/. Anyways, thanks for the comment!! 
Wellll, I've never really TRIED to have a tear roll down my face,
~Sarah
How dose all of the ink and stuff git strewn all over the place?.
It Might be better to say what she is doing in the beginning.
(her grandmother put her glasses on the bridge of her nose and read the note) What dose that mean (on the bridge of her nose)?.
Any way I am interested to see the next piece of your book.
Keep Writing and good luck.
Ach, those stupid links! >.< They come up from my website and when I post something on THAT website, it comes up with links for some weird reason...
And what I meant [about the bridge of her nose], I really actually meant to say the end of her nose, but my silly self messed up
Thank you!
~Sarah