Short Story – A re-written Alice in Wonderland

The heart monitor was steady, beep, beep, beep. Alice slowly began to open her eyes, the lights were blinding and the sounds of inaudible chatter and clanking of apparatus filled her ears.

“What happened to me?” she whispered before her world fell dark again.

Ever since the accident something changed in Alice. She became isolated and troubled, she was lost.

I gently knocked on Alice’s door with a hot cup of tea. Hopefully this time I’ll get through too her. I want my sister back.

“Alice? How you feeling today? I brought you tea.”

I placed the tea down on a bookcase and sat opposite her on her bed but the room was silent. You could cut the tension with a knife.

“For god sake Alice, how long are you going to keep this up? What’s wrong with you?”

“What do you want Lorna?!”

“Just for you to open up? You don’t talk to me anymore. I feel like I lost you after the car accident. I feel like don’t even know the person sitting in front of me anymore.”

“Okay, okay… When I was in the coma, I think I went somewhere.”

I was confused and slightly worried.

“What are you talking about?”

“It was like I travelled to another world. I can’t explain it but it was so wonderfully weird. It made me feel like I could stay young forever, young and carefree. It was amazing. I met some questionable beings, animals, people and a queen. None of this would have worked in our world. They told me to never grow up, to never lose my childlike innocence.”

How do I respond to that? She sounds crazy! But just then I saw a glimpse of the Alice I once knew.

“Do you want to go back?”

Alice paused for a moment.


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