My Alice in wonderland mini sequelAlice gasped as the steaming mounds were placed before her. The baker, whom she called Cheshire, for his too-wide smile; delicately frosted humble letters onto the tiny doughnuts. Alice’s delicate, snowy skin reached to caress the rough, baked tray, when a calloused, brown hand clenched her wrist, her fingertips warming from the sheer proximity to the heated metal. Alice giggled as her hand was gently led away by her caretaker, Mr Miller. He waltzed little Alice over to her chair in the familiar four-step, Alice’s frilly dress ruffling as she spun. “My dear Alice, Do you know what day it is?” Mr Miller asked. Alice’s brain was hit with multitudinous thoughts at once. Tuesday? No, that was two days ago. Is it Docking Day? No again, The boat docked in India a week ago. Alice extended her forefinger and cast out her thumb: A gun. She pointed it at Mr. Miller and surmised, “Valentines day?” Mr. Miller’s face darkened for a second, before it returned to its stable, warm nature, and Alice’s face fell. She always hated it when Mr. Miller’s smile lost its warmth, It usually meant she did something wrong. The last time she saw him like this was a week ago, when he and Alice were forced to stay in the bunker while loud, rhythmic sounds blared, and the footsteps of hundreds drummed on the ceiling. Though they were instructed to not make a sound, Mr. Miller’s teeth were gritted, a low, predominant, growl coming from his throat where he stood, between Alice and the door. “Of course not, dear Alice. This is November, November 14th? You saw Sophia back in February.” Alice liked Mr. Miller’s friend, Sophia Clocke. she was nice, and whenever she was around, she was so much fun that time flew by. “It’s your birthday of course, Alice, your sixth, to be precise.”
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June 2018
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