The Looking GlassA Story by corvusFrom the perspective of Lewis Carroll, Alice is perhaps the most perfect child he has ever come across, pointedly due to her spectacular ability to lie...I used to think you were an excellent
liar. That smile, that façade you elegantly passed around the room, was an
interesting beginning to our conversations. I never thought anyone could smile
like that until I met you. Indeed, our friendship was more than what
I first intended. Your mother deemed it inappropriate " I was, of course,
supposed to be courting Ina. It was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, obvious I held
no intentions " romantic or otherwise " for dear Lorina, though her feelings
toward the matter were just as noticeable. I do suspect your mother and Lorina
often thought my fondness of you suggested an alternate motive, much unlike my
usually benign manner toward you. Alice, my darling, I wish you not to
think such things. It was everything it was; I only find it suitable to lie
through my tales, and even then I hide behind a name spun from nothingness. You
understand, don’t you, dear Alice? I saw straight through you the moment you
asked me to spin you a tale. I’m sure you liked me enough to consider
me alike to kin. I was around for a long while, and you were very young. I
couldn’t help thinking there was more to your surface. There were undeniable
signs towards the beginning of it all, before you had mastered your mask. There
was a slip of the tongue and a simple, intelligent string of words that
battered about in my head, manipulating each though until I truly thought I was
going mad. You made sure to place everything
perfectly, so even when I avoided your home for months, upon returning, I was a
stranger to your household. A stranger who was most unwelcome… Your Wonderland played a magnificent
part in all of this, and so it comes back to that very first boating trip. As
it happens, I am my own undoing, am I not? Your mother thinks it punishment that I
will no longer be able to pay court to your governess, or see Ina, though I
doubt the poor thing will ever look at me again. A single, carefully placed sentence and
the Red Queen called for my head. Your mother never liked the foolishness in
your adventures underground. You turned around and smiled at me, brow
curling down, and lip curling up. I’m sure the looking glass would have
shattered had you looked into it then and there. We entered the parlour and your mother
called. Turning to me you skipped backwards into the sitting room, a fit of
giggles. “Alice!” I
hissed. Your mother always hated when you acted like that. You were supposed to
be the picture of a lady at all times. You never were. “Dodgson took me to see a rabbit-hole
this morn”, you giggled. “Oh?” Your mother looked up for a slight
second and rose a single eyebrow, calling Edith to her side. She straightened
the child’s dress, but she pulled away before she was finished and ran to
Alice’s arms. “Did you see him, Alice? Was the White
Rabbit late again?” We all chuckled half-heartedly. Alice
gave a sheepish smile and Edith dropped her grip, returning to her mother’s
side. “Lewis Carroll…”, your mother observed,
picking up your copy of Adventure’s Underground gingerly,
“A rather odd thing to call yourself. Couldn’t bear to tie this madness to your
own name?” An unearthly silence entered the room. “Mother…” Edith murmured, and she was
hushed almost immediately. My birth name was, of course, Dodgson,
however tying myself to the tale I wrote for Alice would ruin the image I had
made for myself. Society would have deemed me made. And God knows I hung onto society’s
every word. “It’s unnecessary to have my birth name
tied to that thing. What’s better than a madness name for a madness story?” There was a tight silence, and then
tutting; your mother shot up and pulled you toward her. “Alice! Your dress, oh!
Charles”, she turned to me, “Charles, how did it end up like this? She was a
lady before noon!” “Ah”, I began, “She tripped on a tree
root.” Alice spun around, mouth open. “Mr.
Dodgson, that’s a lie!” Well to my knowledge, that was the
perfect truth. “Is it?” I bent down to her level. Her
eyes flashed, and her mouth betrayed her, but she recovered quickly. “I saw him. I tripped and fell into the
rabbit hole.” “And tumbled into Wonderland, I
suppose?” I straightened, and took the seat next to her mother, who had a
protective hand on Edith. She did not like the tone I used with Alice. “Not at all. I thought I might cry, but
I thought that very girly; you always stiffen when Edith cries, so I thought I
better not. But I was thinking about it, when I saw him.” “Saw who, dear?” She’d engaged her
mother by this point in time. “Mr. Rabbit, of course. He had his
waistcoat unbuttoned, and I thought he might have been sleeping. He grabbed at
his watch at the side, and was looking very alarmed, and even more so when he
saw me.” She stepped back and over to me. “You see, I think I had gone into his
house without his permission. I apologised very quickly, but he was still
looking at me with his very large eyes.” She paused and turned to me. “Alice, I do distinctly remember you
crying.” “Why, I’m not up to there yet. No, you
see, I’d apologised and been very lady like " I’d curtsied, too, Mama, but he
looked at me like I was the Jaberwocky, and he ordered me out, and said I
should have paid more mind before tumbling into his hole.” “What ever happened?” I asked. She pursed her lips. “I climbed out
quickly, and burst into tears.” I couldn’t help my chuckling. She glared at me, was told off, and
glared again. Ah…I’m beginning to see. “Lorina’s in love with you, you know.” “Alice!” Her mother gasped; she would
not have Lorina’s emotions thrown around as small talk. I could not bring myself to say anything
to that, considering I was well aware of the fact and had no intention to act
upon it. “You’re worse than the Jaberwocky!”
Alice said, advancing upon me. “You know all too well about my sister’s
feelings, but you don’t like her in the slightest!” She paused. “So why on earth
do you continue to come back here?” Why on earth… Oh, my. What was this? Alice understood
too much for a seven year old. Her mother straightened. The damage was
done. She’d spun a tale with no base, and there it was, half-finished, sitting
in space. The damage was done. You see, reader, it was the other way
around. Alice was in love with me. She understood the madness that tied me to her
family, and understood the complications she could cause me with this simple
emotion. Ah, ah. “Out. I want you out of this house. Stop
spinning tales in this child’s head!” Lorina peeked from behind a doorway, and
burst into sudden tears; Edith asked many a question and goodness, what a
ruckus, what an untangling of a lifetime. I stood, and walked, and left. I did not
see you for half a year, and upon returning, you did not speak to me at all. Not a single word. But Alice...you spoke a thousand through
your smiles, through your eyes. I used to think you were an excellent
liar. Now it’s all I can see. Still she haunts me Phantom-wise, Alice
moving under skies..
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6 Reviews Added on August 9, 2012 Last Updated on August 9, 2012 Tags: alice, alice in wonderland, wonderland, lewis, carroll, adventure, mystery, love, infatuation, interest, rabbits AuthorcorvusAboutHello! I'm a young writer very interested in improving herself and her writing... I love a wide range of authors, such as Tolkein and J.K. Rowling, as well as other who aren't as well known, such as A.. more..Writing
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