Alice in Wonderland (2010) drabble: Path
Disclaimer: All hail Lewis Carroll, writer of Alice in Wonderland, and Tim Burton, 2010 director of Alice in Wonderland.
Note: part of the 30 themes drabble challenge by Aisuruchan.
Second Note: This is a continuance of Butterfly.
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The next day Alice made sure she put aside a half hour to visit the garden, and hopefully the blue butterfly. Indeed when Alice started to the garden the butterfly came out of her periphery and lead Alice on. While the butterfly visited the garden's flowers Alice wandered along the garden path.
Alice had noticed yesterday how soothing the garden was. It seemed the perfect place to think of impossible things being surrounded with beautiful life.
Thus Alice was meandering, her mind in more foreign places than even China, when a familiar sound interrupted her reverie. She thought it was the man she'd met here yesterday who she had lent her handkerchief to.
Another sneeze led Alice to peer through a bush at her right. The man sounded very close by.
He was. She could see him leaning on the bridge that went over a pond. His back was to her and Alice watched his muscles clench into another sneeze.
"Goodness!" Alice said before she could really think about what she was saying. "You're going to need another of my handkerchiefs."
The man sniffed in what seemed to be his characteristically soft manner and turned around. Alice stepped carefully around the bush and removed another handkerchief. "Would you like this?"
The man opened his mouth to reply but typically was seized by another sneeze, or two. They sounded sibilantly against the hand he had hastily cupped to his mouth and nose. Alice stepped closer with her handkerchief. "Go on," she said.
The man looked torn. "I cannot. I have not returned your other handkerchief. I could not possibly deprive you of another."
"You have more use of it than I do."
"Surely you must use it." the man insisted.
Alice laughed. "Beyond saving my dress from the chance of food or dabbing politely at anything that is not supposed to be on me such as a little perspiration I have no use for a handkerchief, and" she paused significantly here as the man jarred forward with yet another sneeze and sniffled characteristically but more urgently and then sneezed solidly again, "you clearly have more use for it."
The man was hiding his face from her. She could see his ears and his face not obscured by his hand turning red. She lifted the handkerchief so that it touched the back of his hand. He finally accepted it and turned completely away from her to blow his nose, softly of course. And sneeze muffledly again.
Note: part of the 30 themes drabble challenge by Aisuruchan.
Second Note: This is a continuance of Butterfly.
***
The next day Alice made sure she put aside a half hour to visit the garden, and hopefully the blue butterfly. Indeed when Alice started to the garden the butterfly came out of her periphery and lead Alice on. While the butterfly visited the garden's flowers Alice wandered along the garden path.
Alice had noticed yesterday how soothing the garden was. It seemed the perfect place to think of impossible things being surrounded with beautiful life.
Thus Alice was meandering, her mind in more foreign places than even China, when a familiar sound interrupted her reverie. She thought it was the man she'd met here yesterday who she had lent her handkerchief to.
Another sneeze led Alice to peer through a bush at her right. The man sounded very close by.
He was. She could see him leaning on the bridge that went over a pond. His back was to her and Alice watched his muscles clench into another sneeze.
"Goodness!" Alice said before she could really think about what she was saying. "You're going to need another of my handkerchiefs."
The man sniffed in what seemed to be his characteristically soft manner and turned around. Alice stepped carefully around the bush and removed another handkerchief. "Would you like this?"
The man opened his mouth to reply but typically was seized by another sneeze, or two. They sounded sibilantly against the hand he had hastily cupped to his mouth and nose. Alice stepped closer with her handkerchief. "Go on," she said.
The man looked torn. "I cannot. I have not returned your other handkerchief. I could not possibly deprive you of another."
"You have more use of it than I do."
"Surely you must use it." the man insisted.
Alice laughed. "Beyond saving my dress from the chance of food or dabbing politely at anything that is not supposed to be on me such as a little perspiration I have no use for a handkerchief, and" she paused significantly here as the man jarred forward with yet another sneeze and sniffled characteristically but more urgently and then sneezed solidly again, "you clearly have more use for it."
The man was hiding his face from her. She could see his ears and his face not obscured by his hand turning red. She lifted the handkerchief so that it touched the back of his hand. He finally accepted it and turned completely away from her to blow his nose, softly of course. And sneeze muffledly again.