As Alice exited Wonderland for the last time she scooped up some of the pills that made her taller and some pills that made her small. They were mementoes, nothing more.
But when her husband used his fists against her she swallowed a “taller” pill and stomped his bones to powder. When police arrived at the scene a “smaller” pill let her creep behind the walls, and escape.
Making contact with the white rabbit she found him lost in a fog of fornication. Reality made her furiouser and furiouser. So, gobbling up her store of “smaller” pills, she vanished in a blink.
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This piece of flash fiction was written for Friday Fictioneers: a story in 100 words prompted by a picture that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every Wednesday. Here’s the link to the stories and this week’s picture is at the top of this post, copyright Marie Gail Stratford. Also, taking a leaf out of Jen’s book and her wonderful posts at Blog It Or Lose It, here’s a groovy soundtrack for the story.
Sweet FA by Blake 
Oh no! She’s gone! She could have had quite a life with those pills now that she’s deleted her main obstacle. What a waste. Nicely told.
Marg
Well, I suppose the Looking-glass world would be a hard act to follow, if you got unceremoniously dragged back to real life…
Thank you so much for the kind mention! What an awesome song — Still gives me goosebumps!
This is so creative — seeing the bottoms of the bottles as pills. It’s dark and we feel awful about her eventual escape from *everything* — but we rejoice in her husband’s demise, that’s for sure. As to the rabbit — well — you know how *they* can be. o.O
Oh I simply had no idea they were bottles until I copied the picture and saw the caption – being confused is a major part of the creative process, as far as I’m concerned 😉
It seemed right to give a tip of the hat to my favourite haikuist here since:
i) this title was adapted from one of our chats a while back (I’ve no idea which one but I clearly stored the comment for future use)
ii) the previous story grew directly out of your dragonfly photos and poems
Pity the song would only appear as a url, though, which looks rubbish. I kept adding this link, and trying others, then updating the post, but WP refused to show it as a YouTube image for some reason. Will have to try it again later :S
Hi there — I had the worst time adding YouTube links too. You have to go into the text editor and make sure the video link is on its own line and has no extraneous code around it. I was also told to have the video playing in a separate tab when you push the “publish” button. Hope that helps next time!
But hey- you’re right – those confused interpretations often turn out better than the reality.
It’s such a treat – and an honor, really – to have been a part of the creative process 🙂
Hooray! I’ve added plenty of videos in the past, but none for a while – so I was in the “visual” tab when I needed to switch to “text.” Fixed now, thanks 🙂
I don’t know about you, but one of the fun things for me since I started blogging has been coming across a variety of interesting work, which you then let steer you in new directions. Speaking of which, I might be slightly AWOL this week as the real world rather thoughtlessly interferes with the world of WP – starting a new job, plus two books to get read and reviewed. I might well need a BIOLI day at the weekend, to try to catch up 😉
So glad it worked!!!
I really hope the new job goes well – that it’s a smooth start and not too stressful! I’ll miss seeing you at WP though.
Dear Sue,
I love the use of furious and furiouser. A lot of metaphor in this fantasy. “Go ask Alice when she was just small…”
Very clever.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks, Rochelle. Those stories certainly lend themselves to reinterpretation, as the Jefferson Airplane song shows 🙂
This was great – although I had hoped Alice would escape, achieve real freedom.
I suppose she did.
Cheers
KT
Not sure what happened to Alice after she vanished. Very tricky to get real freedom this side of the looking-glass, though, hey.
I knew that Alice would grow up like that.. good to be able to grow big and strong to teach bad men a lesson… (but why blame a rabbit for being a rabbit?)
Yeah, Alice always had her wits about her. A very no-nonsense kind of girl, that 🙂
You’re right, the white rabbit just had other priorities by that stage…
Clapping.
For some reason your comment reminded me of one of my favourite Simpsons scenes –
“Billy Corgan, Smashing Pumpkins.”
“Homer Simpson, smiling politely.”
Thanks 🙂
One of the best FF stories I read, excellent!!!
That’s very generous 🙂 Glad you enjoyed it.
So many wonderful references and so very clever. Love it!
Well, there are so many wonderful references in Lewis Carroll that it’s hard to go wrong, really 😉
Amazing recreation of Alice in Wonderland… The white rabbit mention made me smile high dear Sue 😀
Nice one indeed !. Love, Aquileana 😛
Ah yes, the white rabbit always raised a smile (and that’s without spying him when he was busy “relaxing”). Love back to you! And I’m guessing I might have some more myths to enjoy by now… 😉