Billy wedged himself as deep into the narrow crevice as he
could, sweating, shaking. The beast couldn’t get him here. But it tried,
testing his sanctuary with a swipe of paw and extended claw, making his heart
clatter.
Fibrous ropes of drool hung from its jaws and slid from its
yellowing teeth. A cloud of damp breath rolled over him and he gagged at the
smell of rotten meat. He felt wretched, and stupid.
Drink me, the
label had said.
“Just a sip.” Alice had cautioned.
He should have listened. He should have shut Cheshire in the
kitchen, at least.
(Originally written for Lily Childs' Friday Prediction)
Gosh darned shrinking potions! Great idea.
ReplyDeleteThanks, John. ^_^
DeleteI'll never swear at the mice again. What they have to go through! Fantastic twist on the Alice story and inspired idea.
ReplyDeleteWhy were you swearing at the mice? They'll be off with your cheese, you know. Be nice to mice and they only take what they need... ;)
DeleteThank you, Justin. =)
I like! Neat idea.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Pete. =D
DeleteNow would be a really good time to get the puddy tat to drink a bit of the liquid too. :)
ReplyDeleteWouldn't it, Steve? Not sure he could manoeuvre the bottle right now though. He just needs to get to Alice's cakes... ;)
ReplyDeleteOh no the Cheshire Cat has turned into a monster! Damn, shrinking potions can be the death of you ^__^
ReplyDeleteHa ha! =)
DeleteThanks, Helen. =)
Love this! I definitely wasn't picturing a big cat when I read the beginning. Love the twist. :)
ReplyDeleteWow... shows how often I check the spam filter... sorry, Zaiure, the comment got eaten!
DeleteThank you! =)
I really like this one. Cats are evil. XD
ReplyDeleteAw, I like kitties, although I guess if I was mouse-sized... O_O
DeleteThanks, Anke. ^_^