Just a short drabble based off of a writing prompt/exercise that I did the other day. Entitled the "Hands" exercise. It's a good thing to get your creative juices flowing.
Generic disclaimer.
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Where is Wonderland?
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His hands are pale. His fingers are curled around a pen, which glides across the paper. The nails are neat and cut short. His hands look cold, and I know they are. I like them, though.
I sit across from him and watch his hands as the left one grips the pen and the right one steadies his notebook. He doesn't look up and seems to have forgotten my existence. I sigh to myself and let my mind wander until he is through writing.
Oh, Sasuke, I think. You must be off in Wonderland…kind of like Alice! I smile to myself at the thought, imagining Sasuke in a pale blue dress. I try hard not to laugh.
Where is Wonderland, really? I mean, one person might say, "Wonderland is through a little rabbit hole." Another might respond, "Wonderland isn't real; it's all in your head!" But what if it was real? What if Wonderland was in the Mad Hatter's hat? Maybe instead of a magician pulling a White Rabbit out of the hat, he might follow the little creature into it…
I voice this wonderment aloud to Sasuke. "Uh-huh," he says absently. So caught up in his work…
"What if you could hold that hat in your hands, Sasuke? Would you stop writing long enough to look inside?"
"Hm?" he says, meeting my blue eyes with his obsidian ones. "Oh, yeah, I guess I'll stop now. I'm getting tired anyways." He looks at his wristwatch. "Is that the time? We gotta go, we'll be late for the movie with the guys."
"Yeah," I say. "Let's go."
Do you ever stop to smell the roses, Sasuke? You never know…maybe they would talk back to you. If only you wouldn't keep letting the world pass you by…