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Under The Shade Tree – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS



“Fine!” she spat angrily into the phone before hanging up. She held it tightly in her hand a couple of moments, as if trying to strangle it, then tossed it aside. She couldn’t believe it was happening. After all these years, that he would do that to her…

She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. She needed to get herself together so she could tell the kids without losing it.

She could hear the kids outside playing, so she went out into the backyard to watch. There was a nice, big oak tree at the far end of the yard that seemed to call to her, and she answered it. She crossed the yard and sat beneath it. As she watched her children playing, she let the shade from the tree’s branches hide her tears.

After a while, her tuxedo cat, Dinah, crept up from she knew not where and crawled into her lap. Dinah curled up and purred, and she petted her as she continued to watch the children play without a care in the world.

How nice it would be to be a child like that again, she thought. To have nothing to worry about. To be carefree.

As she sat there under the shade tree, she could feel her eyes growing heavy. Then she felt like she was falling.

With a jolt, she woke up. Gone was the shade tree, Dinah, and her children. Around her was a dark forest. A forest that seemed somehow familiar. Stretching out ahead of her was a dirt path. She followed the path for a ways until she came to a fork in the road. It too seemed familiar. As she was trying to decide which way to go, she thought she saw a white rabbit in a waistcoat hurrying through the trees down the path to the right. The rabbit, too, seemed familiar.

Then she saw a big cat with a large grin materialize in the branches of a tree at the center of the fork. The cat looked at her, and its grin grew larger.

“Ah, welcome back, Alice,” it said with a purr.

Alice blinked, suddenly realizing where she was. She grinned back at the cat and replied, “It’s good to be back.”


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “shade”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 30/19





A Different Drum – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS



It was a warm sunny day in March, and Alice and her friend Diana stood out on the deck and watched Alice’s daughter, Marianna as she sat at the little picnic table in the backyard, pretending to be having a tea party. She wore her father’s old top hat and she had plush toy animals sitting around the table at the various place settings, with a large plush rabbit sitting next to her in the seat of honor.

They heard Marianna introduce the rabbit as the March Hare, then saw Marianna look at her watch and cry out “Move down! Move down!” The little girl got up and moved all the toy animals over one seat.

“What is she doing?” Diana asked.

“She’s playing Alice in Wonderland. She just loves that story, especially the part about the tea party.”

Marianna played tea party for a few more minutes, then suddenly got up and placed all the toys in a line across the yard. Then she picked up a stick and went to the front of the line. She began humming what sounded like a marching band tune, then started marching around like she was leading a parade. After a few minutes of that, she decided to go play in the flower bed and talk to the daffodils and other flowers as her heroine, Alice, had done in Wonderland.

Diana shook her head in amazement. “That girl of yours sure has quite an imagination.”

“Yes, she does,” said Alice. “She certainly seems to march to the beat of a different drum.”

They watched her for a few more minutes, then decided to go back inside and let her play for a while.



This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “march”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Mar. 25/17




Glass – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

Alice glanced into the looking glass hung over the fireplace mantle and shivered. Ever since she’d been little, she’d occasionally catch a quick glimpse of other people in it, but no one would believe her when she’d tell them about it. Now she was grown up, and as much as she’d like to get rid of it, she just couldn’t bring herself to part with the family heirloom. Giving it another quick look, she caught a glimpse of a grinning cat in the corner of the glass, and she gasped and quickly turned away and hurried to the little bar to pour a glass of wine.


This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “glass”:

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Any Road – One-liner Wednesday

“If you don’t know where you are going, any road will get you there.” – Lewis Carroll



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Imagination – One-liner Wednesday

“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.” – Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland




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