Interlude 8/20

Interlude

8/20

Several years later Alice reflected back on that very day and an icy cold chill raced up her spine. She felt the same burning sensation that she felt from the scrape on her index toe, but she was oblivious to the glow from deep within the rabbit hole that would follow her all the days of her life.

She recalled the taunts and cat calls that Nancy shrieked as she picked herself up off of the curb and limped home to her mom. “Hey Alice, what frog did you kiss to get that big ugly wart on your hip?” “It looks like one eyed Brown Eyed Mary staring back at me.”
“It’s not a wart, it’s a mole!” Alice snapped back.

Alice’s mind raced through all the failures in her life, a handicapped child conceived out of wedlock, a failed marriage, an adulterous relationship, a cheating husband and a father who left her feeling alone, insecure and abandoned. The weight of these events in her life and feelings that assailed her left her spirit crushed and overwhelmed and the glow burned brighter from deep within the rabbit hole. And somewhere from deep within the cavernous hole echoed a hissing voice, “The stage is set, the play is enacted and the Deadreamalone!”