Twisted Kid Lit

The hare pulled a watch from his pocket, stretching it as far as the fob allowed.

“Drat!” he wheezed, at the lateness of the hour and the inconvenience of having once again misplaced his pince-nez. Where in the world was that girl?

It was a steamy September morning, the 193rd repetition of the time-fantasy loop. The Queen would be livid. When, afterall, wasn’t she?

But still.

“Drat!” he scurried down the path. He’d do his part, at least.

She was there, at rabbit hole’s edge, swinging her maryjanes and tossing blonde curls.

“Let’s go find Waldo, instead!” she giggled.

 

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2018)

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