Stories are often nonsensical—like a left-hand glove worn on the right hand.
“Aren’t stories just fairytales? Like... Cinderella, the glass slippers, and the prince.”
Alice paused at the prince, then continued, “I heard it only yesterday morning.”
“Yes, yesterday.”
The memory unspooled, petal by petal, blooming into a sharp, living image: a Footman presenting an invitation from the Queen to play Pickleball—yesterday.
The grin came back, broad as ever.
“How does one catch up with yesterday?”
The question reflexed—as if Alice's tongue had been tapped with a little hammer.
“Catch up with yesterday?” The Cat purred. “That is easy. You see, you have four choices.”
He lifted one paw, pointing to the west, where yesterday had gone.
The teeth of the grin glinted like summer stars.
“First—run fast, as fast as the Duchess, but not half a step faster; or else you'll overtake yesterday by one day.”
Another paw appeared, gesturing toward the east, from where tomorrow would arrive.
The grin stretched wider, its teeth gleaming like autumn stars.
"Second—stand still. Yesterday B#le×a*ry. Then stumbles. Beside you,” the Cat chirped, echoing his last vanishing caper with the hippy-cats.
The third paw remained still.
The grin widened further; its teeth like winter stars.
“The third requires perfect timing. When memory forgets to close the door—sneak in. Sneak in.”
Up there in the sky hung the last choice, clinging to the spring stars.
The Cat glanced upward. He purred longer than before.
“Are you consulting a fairy in the night sky?” Alice asked.
She lifted her gaze as well.
But the fairy flew here and there, her star-tipped wand tipping every blessing toward a bedtime story.
The fourth choice faded, and across the veil came the prince, with a glass slipper in his hand.
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This post is part of an ongoing original metafiction series exploring identity, systems, and absurdity through a digital Wonderland.
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