This weeks prompt was to write a different ending to a familiar story. I chose Alice in Wonderland, choosing to focus on a more minor character than Alice herself. 

HATTER

Like the anorexic lion, two doors down,

he sits in the Detroit zoo,

white hair matted and mangled. 

He'll tell you stories, if you listen,

"lean in close, good and close."

He tells of the whiskered, white rabbit,

now patched, dirty. 

Petulant and beautiful he drinks air

feigning tea. 

Grieving eyes fixed,

he stares into your naked mind whimpering,

"how is a raven like a writing desk?"

As day eats itself and the moon appears,

I hear him howl and moan,

like Alice on her first night. 

He sits between the graying penguins

and the sickly antelope,

in his glass pen, muddled and mad. 

More later!

Love from Pullman,

The Blonde and The Bullshit