Ms. Granny Smith

Chapter 1: Introduction

   My house lies on top of a hill. A large hill. A hill so tall and so green that the only thing on it is my home. I have no neighbors, I have no kin, but what I do have is a story. 
   I am old deary, I'm past my prime. I’ve hit that stage of life where I'd much rather have my dinner early and a soft bed close by. My feet get cold even in summer heats and my hair once a gorgeous ember burned out to a faded ash. I’m old, yes you know that by now and with age comes life. Many many years I have spent here on this hill, in this house, and now I think it is time for me to share with others what I have kept to myself for far too long.
  One thing I must preface is that this place is quite odd. Through the years I've seen them use wood, then brick, then metal, then glass, which had no business being so strong, but over the decades you'll have to understand we had to get creative. The wood would catch flame, the brick would crumble, the metal would rust, and the glass though thick would crack and shatter. Nothing lasts forever. Why am I telling you this? Well, for starters, don't rush me. I'm in no mood. If you wish for me to tell you everything all at once in the blink of an eye then you’ve come to the wrong place and to the wrong woman. You may close this book. Now, if you’re patient and kind to this old bag of bones I'll tell you everything you need to know…and perhaps more.