So that's what the story is about...
Overheard behind a bookcase in a house on Bay View Drive, Belladonna Cove:
"...True enough. Some things are just personal. But we had to do the right thing to safeguard everyone against that source of evil. I'd hate for Jocosta to have died in vain."
"Dear sister, how I miss her."
"And I as well."
"Well, nevermind. That's a story for another day."
"Yes. This one's about Bella. The mystery behind her disappearance."
"And Strangetown. Aliens. The sims who hate them and the sims who love them. Or those foolhardy enough to do both!"
"About death. And Death's son."
"And the terrible consequences of meddling with mortality. And about flowers. Don't forget flowers."
"I thought it was mostly about sex?"
"No, really it's about identity. And family. And love. Aren't all stories worth telling really about that when it all boils down to it?"
"Yes, but now we're getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we?"
"Yes, indeed, sister. All in good time."
Note: I was revisiting what I'd already written for the long-suffering Chapter Thirty-Five (part four) of Strangetown, Here We Come (the damn thing is actually written if I can ever get pics for it), and I'd forgotten all about this little snippet here with the sisters breaking the fourth wall to discuss what, if anything, the story is actually about.
What do you think? Did they nail it?
My vote's on "I thought it was mostly about sex?" ;)
"...True enough. Some things are just personal. But we had to do the right thing to safeguard everyone against that source of evil. I'd hate for Jocosta to have died in vain."
"Dear sister, how I miss her."
"And I as well."
"Well, nevermind. That's a story for another day."
"Yes. This one's about Bella. The mystery behind her disappearance."
"And Strangetown. Aliens. The sims who hate them and the sims who love them. Or those foolhardy enough to do both!"
"About death. And Death's son."
"And the terrible consequences of meddling with mortality. And about flowers. Don't forget flowers."
"I thought it was mostly about sex?"
"No, really it's about identity. And family. And love. Aren't all stories worth telling really about that when it all boils down to it?"
"Yes, but now we're getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we?"
"Yes, indeed, sister. All in good time."
Note: I was revisiting what I'd already written for the long-suffering Chapter Thirty-Five (part four) of Strangetown, Here We Come (the damn thing is actually written if I can ever get pics for it), and I'd forgotten all about this little snippet here with the sisters breaking the fourth wall to discuss what, if anything, the story is actually about.
What do you think? Did they nail it?
My vote's on "I thought it was mostly about sex?" ;)