Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Thousand: Six Hundred Seventy-Two
She pushes one of the tables to the center of the room and climbs atop it. A stretched arm still doesn’t quite reach. So she unfolds one of the chairs and puts it on the table. Climbing onto the chair is a little precarious at this point, but no worse than standing on a wheeled stool, right? “And what did that get me? A leprechaun hair?” There it is. Why she thought it would be, she couldn’t say. A hole. Looks like the keyhole in the white box in each of those white rooms. The girl opens the glowing box
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Very Alice in Wonderland-like, Glenn. Curiouser and curiouser.
When I read the latest few sections to my writing group I was told it was reading Alice-ish.
Until the smile fades ...
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