Expanded drabble: Breakdown
Aug. 15th, 2010 04:09 pmPrompt #40 ~ Breakdown (Drabble 37 of 100)
Word Count: 140
{{A/N: Once again, this prompt did not want to be contained to a drabble. I was able to be somewhat brutal and chop it down to 100 words for the official post. I much prefer this edited & expanded version. Also, I do rather feel sorry for Alice—she hasn't been having the best summer. It's about to change, though!}}
It happened quite suddenly.
Alice had been reorganising her room after the evening meal, straightening this, tidying that. Whilst rummaging about in her trunk, she spotted a certain sketchbook that had been hidden away where Mother would (hopefully) never find it.
This little book held depictions (mostly watercolours) of Wonderland and its inhabitants along with information about the Realm Alice would note down as she remembered.
She had been attempting to return nearly the whole summer—but to what end? Alice wondered whether she ought to give up.
(A crying-fit might not be so very inappropriate at such a time. Nevertheless, Alice scolded herself rather fiercely and dried her tears with a nearby handkerchief. After all, nothing was ever accomplished by tears—or so someone had told her once.)
She did have one more idea where to look for answers ...
Word Count: 140
{{A/N: Once again, this prompt did not want to be contained to a drabble. I was able to be somewhat brutal and chop it down to 100 words for the official post. I much prefer this edited & expanded version. Also, I do rather feel sorry for Alice—she hasn't been having the best summer. It's about to change, though!}}
It happened quite suddenly.
Alice had been reorganising her room after the evening meal, straightening this, tidying that. Whilst rummaging about in her trunk, she spotted a certain sketchbook that had been hidden away where Mother would (hopefully) never find it.
This little book held depictions (mostly watercolours) of Wonderland and its inhabitants along with information about the Realm Alice would note down as she remembered.
She had been attempting to return nearly the whole summer—but to what end? Alice wondered whether she ought to give up.
(A crying-fit might not be so very inappropriate at such a time. Nevertheless, Alice scolded herself rather fiercely and dried her tears with a nearby handkerchief. After all, nothing was ever accomplished by tears—or so someone had told her once.)
She did have one more idea where to look for answers ...