For my own records, my own little drabble. 100 words exact.
This is not about Alice's adventures in Wonderland or whatever you might think it is. These are Alice's nightmares, her fears. The drugs that do not give her sanity and the laughter she can still hear of a vanished Cat.
She will find her way out, she will. Alone if she must. If there's no exit, then what's the point?
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
Because they say it is so. She is not in a maze, then, she is back in an open meadow and she will be scolded at for daydreams.
There’s no meadow here.