NOON NOW
The prince nestled the slipper into Alice’s palm.
Her foot wouldn’t fit. She took it anyway.
She slipped her foot in.
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Slipper frayed—and so did the prince.
Clock didn't strike twelve.
Magic spell clocked out anyway.
This wasn't her story.
In Alice's theatre, her story and the prince met—
then forked apart from the same point.
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The clock struck twelve.
Noon now.
Shadows rotted.
Oh, pumpkin.
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A Jack-o’-lantern clocked in.
Hollow eyes. Hollow nose. Hollow mouth.
Alice's story trembled.
A blade dropped—
Tock.
Tang.
The Godmother didn’t respond.
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She leaned over the hollowed pumpkin.
She peered through its eyes at Alice.
Her face slipped through.
Rind.
She became another wrong pumpkin.
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Enough.
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"Wait. Who's telling this story again?"
The veil closes.
No one now.
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