That Kind of Love"Alice?" the Hatter asked, breaking the silence. "What are you reading my dear?" he peered over the young girls shoulder, shaking the porch swing ever so slightly, hoping to catch a glimpse at what she was reading. Alice gently folded back the corner of the books page, and closed it.That Kind of Love in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Why would you be concerned about what I'm reading Mr. Theophilus?" she said in a playfully smug tone. She knew that he wanted something, usually him asking questions meant he wanted her to fetch him more tea. Alice set the book down in her lap then folded her arms. "You want me to do something for you don't you?" she glanced up at him with an irritated look upon her face.
"Why no my love!" Reginald pointed to his teacup. "I already have a full cup of tea what else would one need?" gently he scooted over closer to Alice on the porch swing. "I really want to know what that book your reading is about Cricket." He said as he picked the book up from her lap. He read the cover aloud. "The Notebook
AlicexHatter Short Story 1 They sat on the bench on streetside for a while, watching but not really watching the traffic and the people walk by. Alice opened her mouth a few times, but then closed it every time with a new expression of thoughtful consideration on the matter. The Hatter, for his part, seemed to have broken his eyebrows, for they were stuck in the up position and made him look like he had just heard a word that couldn't be spoken or a color that couldn't be seen, as if he couldn't process its fleeting nature. His left hand crossed over was a dead weight in her lap, and she had forgotten she was holding onto it with both of hers when he suddenly spoke, though it was very soft, and Alice started when he did.AlicexHatter Short Story 1 in Short Stories More Like This
It was a very good question. Usually when people do things without thinking about them, there are consequences, but when you know that there are consequences but they don't come immediately, it's
AlicexHatter Sprints 2What we talk about when we talk about ourselvesAlicexHatter Sprints 2 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My mother once told me not to discuss myself with other people, that it wasn't polite.
My dear, do not talk about yourself, she said, gazing into her vanity mirror, Talk about the weather, speak of what you have learned of life, only do not talk of yourself. The keyword here is once, for she told me but once, and I did not seem to need encouragement after that. I have found many things in the years since then to talk about, and the weather is curiously never among them.
What we talk about when we talk about ourselves is each other. We sidestep one another, hanging off a Roman colonnade and looking down at the deep fish under the dark reflecting pool. We talk of what you have done in polite tones, talking about ourselves through each other, and in this way perhaps we understand one another better, taking on the task of mannerly speech
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 11Real loss only occurs when you lose something that you love more than yourself.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Do not judge men by mere appearances; for the light laughter that bubbles on the lip often mantles over the depths of sadness, and the serious look may be the sober veil that covers a divine peace and joy.
Alice was hesitating in the hours afterward, for she did not want to go walk along sandy beaches and try to find the pair of creatures both the Duchess and now the Hatter had recommended to her. Generous suggestions, yes, but she was more inclined to hover over the teapots and arrange them by color. It wasn't working; they became very insulted by the implications and at first snottily rearranged themselves, then began to play games with her and elude her grasp. The cow-creamer began to moo at her in outrage when she picked it up, but Alice shushed it and it became content to simply dollop cream into her cup. She was sett
AlicexHatter Short Story 4 "I should like to meet her someday," said Alice calmly with an air of nostalgia. He was momentarily taken offguard, and there was an odd pause while his new wife stood to gaze at him steadily.AlicexHatter Short Story 4 in Short Stories More Like This
"—er, who?" They had not been speaking of anyone, and he was thrown off at this interruption of what he was trying to tell her. He hadn't really wanted this conversation, but felt a slight obligation to at least try, in that roundabout way, to explain things to her.
"This mythical woman you speak of." He did not reply to this. "A pale, mincing little creature, with stars in her eyes and naught but pure innocence in her heart, going through the world viewing man as some great distant hero come to save her when she's out walking too far, overly critical, forever shrilly correcting other people's manners, who thinks
AlicexHatter Short Story 2 The morning had come up clear and bright and cool, with the promise of warmth and sunshine, just as it did every time this particular morning arrived, but Alice was feeling a distinct sense of something like annoyance. She had taken her place at the end of the tea table and was a bit dismayed to discover that it had grown about a hundred yards in the middle of the night. This would not spoil such fine weather on such a nice day. She was absolutely determined.AlicexHatter Short Story 2 in Short Stories More Like This
She called out to the Hatter again, and watched him lean forward, putting his elbow into what was probably a tray of almond croissants, and cup his ear.
WHAT?! he hollered for the third time. Alice grabbed a conical lampshade off a squat little tealight lamp and put it to her mouth like a megaphone.
I SAID, I'M NOT CONTAGIOUS! she cried, and the teacups around her rattled in outrage at being
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 1"Your hair wants cutting," said the Hatter. He had been looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first speech.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was not long at all, and not terribly difficult at all, but that Alice had adjusted to life back aboveground. It was not that she sought to forget her time amongst a very odd set of characters, or that she had lost her imagination or creativity. It was more that she had simply become distracted—once she was back aboveground she really did wonder if she had dreamed it all or made it up in a drowsy afternoon attempt to drown out her sister's readings. It would have explained the peculiarly lesson-based conversations she had held, after all.
But no. Alice being older meant that things were changing—though not for the worse, it seemed. The world was changing and everyone was having to keep up. Hats and shoes