Episode 75.1.1 - Three Little Brothers / A Digital Wonderland

Series: Digital Wonderland | Meta-Logs | Ongoing Absurdity Chronicles

THREE LITTLE BROTHERS

Inside Alice's mouth lived three brothers: Filiform, Fungiform, and Foliate.

Filiform could never taste anything, yet always insisted he had the finest palate.

Blind in the dark of her mouth, they were forever ambushed by unexpected tastes.

One day came chocolate ice cream. Another came strawberry.

Every feast ended the same way.

Blind to when.
Blind to what.

And they adapted in the mid-ambush.

This time came Assam Laksa.

Alice's nose had already warned them.

They nodded. They watered—all at once.

Filiform then bristled at the pungent shrimp paste.

Fungiform burned from the chilli padi.

Foliate buckled under the sour tamarind. 

The sour tide withdrew. The heat vanished.

The pungent stayed.

The brothers shivered.

Another choking ambush?

They didn’t know when. Nor did the scouting nose.

The three wolves had yet to set the next broth.

The fourth wolf—

still aligning his spectacles. 

The spectacles slipped.

He didn't see the brothers sleep awake.

Eyes wide behind closed lids.

Whom the March Hare kept mixing up.

Triumviratus Ambushus Perpetuus.

"Triumviratus," the March Hare murmured, "Filiform?"

"Ambushus, Fungiform?"

"Then, Foliate must be Perpetuus!"

The March Hare smiled. Far more than two seconds.

A Wonderland-two seconds.

A Wondermouth. Mouth pinned on Google Maps. Triumviratus Ambushus Perpetuus.

Previous Episode: Four Wolves and Assam Laksa 

Next Episode: Assam Laksa in Wonderland 

“Is it 6 o’clock?”

“No,” says the March Hare, licking his tongue against the spoon. “It’s soup o’clock. Laksa time.”

A surreal chapter in Alice’s digital dreamscape.

This post is part of an ongoing original metafiction series exploring identity, systems, and absurdity through a digital Wonderland.