Alice With The Small Hands
Dec 22nd, 2010 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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She was a freak, her hands impossibly tiny. They all shunned her.
She dreamed her hands were larger than they actually appeared, shrunk on their way through the looking glass, but life was no wonderland.
Her grandmother made her believe. There was always a logic to God’s madness, a meaning behind her abomination.
And then, the clockwork men attacked, their precision machinery working in time to destroy the Earth. Alice, only her tiny hands able to fit inside, saved humanity. Her day had arrived.
They still shunned her. Even her grandmother. Her purpose had been served, praise be to God.
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