The Last Ball:
Have you heard of the tragic tale of the eternal sisters; Felicity and Katalina?
It was October of 1790 when two young sisters, Felicity, and Katalina, came to the orphanage from Mississippi. Their parent’s died of influenza, and with callous grandparents unwilling to take them in, they were sent, by stage, to this earthly purgatory. The eldest Felicity, fair skinned, like a polished pearl, crimson red hair, stark in hue, as a ruby surrounded by new fallen snow. She was petite in frame but steely in spirit. Her younger sibling, Katalina, refused to cut her jet black mane, allowing it to flow down the length of her back. She was shorter than her thin and lanky sister but possessed just as much fight and fervor. However, she always chose grace and compassion over her sister’s more direct and careless resolutions.
It was soon after their arrival that the two decided to sneak out at night, to haunt the streets, concealed in the darkness, seeking adventure and something to fill their empty, cramping bellies. With so many children to keep track of and far too little empathy to go-round, they were barely, if ever, missed. They scavenged various garbage cans, desperately seeking the smallest morsel to eagerly devour. Each night they found open windows and shabbily locked doors, joyously becoming gateways of escape from their relentless misery. If they found something inside, it instantly became theirs; theft becoming their only glimpse of control. They would steal everything from trash to tattered garments, broken furniture to photos hastily cast away by their thoughtless, unsentimental hosts and then horde their stash in an old shed behind the orphanage. What seemed like worthless mementos and rubbage, was greedy treasure, their only source of joy in this curse called life.
It took very little time for the townsfolk to realize who had been invading their shops and homes. To them, these two pilfering urchins were as obscene as the rats that scurried across the streets at midnight and like those despised rodents, had to be trapped. The sisters, however, were far more astute than their hunters and, for the longest time, avoided every snare and pitfall with ease. They were shadows just before the dawn, too quick and elusive for the curmudgeons to capture. Unfortunately, they would soon learn, that Fate’s ploys offer no escape.