~ The Alice's Mirror ~

Dream 3: the locomotive

Alice is back home. She has danced all the night. She is fine but a little tired. Her high heel hurt her feet.

Alice climbs upstairs to go to bed. She switches on the bed light.

The mirror is here. It seems to wait for her, behind the bed table.

Alice is suddenly cold. "I'm tired" she thinks,

The back has many ornamentations. " It seems that it can be opened." She exams closely the surface, finds a little clasp...

The mirror opens out showing a metallic, soft, dark surface.

At this very instant, Alice has a feeling of "déjà vu" but...

First Alice does not see anything. Then the metal becomes foggy, then the mist clears up...

Rails ? A station ?

No. Alice can see an underground station. Then a yellow eye appears far inside the tunnel.

A yellow eye coming closer, hypnotizing Alice.

A whistle !

Alice is now in the middle of the rails.

Coming from the tunnel, the enormous locomotive drives straight at her, with a hellish noise.

Alice rushes to the platform, grasps the side.

Her stileto heels slips on the vertical wall, she heaves herself up with her arms strentgh. She is onto the platform, the ground is shaking, she thinks she is saved...

No, she is grabbed by the sudden wind of the rumbling locomotive.

Alice is astride the front of the locomotive. She tries to hold on but she slides inexorably. The mad wind lifts up her tulle skirt. Just under her, she can see some sharp metal-claws or fangs.

If Alice can't grab something she is going to...

She impals herself on the first fang that tears her, that gores her...

à suivre...