Alice Remembers

by ScatterdParchment

This is another piece I wrote for my english paper on Charles Dodgson, aka Lewis Carroll. This is a short scene from Alice Liddell's point of veiw of when she came back to visit the river that Lewis Carroll first told her the story of Wonderland long ago.

A/N: Alice Liddell Visits Where Mr.Dodgson First Told Her Alice's Adventures In Wonderland

It's strange that all this is still so clear to me, now that that summer has long since fled and time has had its way. A house

stands where the old oak stood, just outside the dining room window. Now if a robin sang, as it had that summer, its song

would be mute next to the roar of new construction. The garden is kept up and the house stands brick amongst a sea of new,

concrete houses. Across the street, facing the river, is a bench. But sometimes (like right now), as I sit in the cool, green grass

with the bright sun coming in beams through the thick tree branches, the clock begins to chime and time with all its changes

toles away...

And I remember Mr. Dodgson.