Faithful Pebble
Part One
"Once upon a time there were three sisters, Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie. They lived at the bottom of a well." That is what the Hare had said—no, I am mistaken. That was the beginning of the unfinished tale told by a late Mr. Dormouse to a little girl trapped in a hole, lost in a world, sitting before three mad characters at a tea party which is debatable if she ever really enjoyed.
Distracted, the tale ended, and the little girl's adventure continued on towards white knights, red queens, and coated rabbits with white fur and tardy pocket watches. Never until afterwards perhaps would her mind filled with plums and sugar return to ponder the happenstance of the weird little sisters. They lived at the bottom of a well, living on treacle which is only a form of syrup, an unlikely thing to live on surely. No, her thoughts never strayed back there, never questioned who they were, what they were, or more importantly how they got to be there.
How is such a bothersome question, but how is often times a beginning to a story; just like why, or what if, or correlate. Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie were not the only women who lived in a well. There was another, only one other unfortunate and gloomy enough to succumb to such a fate. Her name was Pebble.
- Calla