The door closed behind us, and Alice kept pulling me along. We were in another hall, that led to a train tunnel. A train was waiting. Alice pulled me into a car, and thought, “Please, sit where you wish.”
I sat next to the doors of the car. The train started moving. “Listen, Alice,” I asked, my voice filling the car, “You’re pretty, so I don’t mind following you, but I’d like to know where we’re going.”
Two voices spoke in my head. One was Alice. I’d never heard the other. I didn’t understand either voice. When the voices stopped, Alice sat down beside me, and spoke, “I’ll tell you where we are going, but first,” she looked at me and smiled. I thought she had a gorgeous smile, stunning eyes, and very kissable lips. “Do you really think I’m pretty?”
This piece is the fifth in a continuing story I’m working through for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. I like all of them.
The voice of the cat perhaps? All girls love to be told they are pretty! Good story, like how it leads on from the other one.
Deeper and darker…I’m intrigued by the overlapping conversation, as well. That either of them could speak so he could hear them inside his head — well, that raises new questions. And the fact that he couldn’t sift out all the words from either is itself significant. Methinks the MC in this has just fallen down a very deep rabbit hole….