No Way Back to Wonderland

And she stepped through the looking glass, from Wonderland to the real world, to chase her dreams, to fall in love if Brock would have her, someone else if he would not. The sparkles drifted from her hair and settled to the oak floor as dust and dandruff, the beautiful ribbons in her dress became a simple rope, the dress itself revealed as nothing more than rough linen, her gorgeous hair faded from brilliant golden to a washed-out ashy blond.

The image of Brock, that handsome face and strong shoulders, brave enough to protect her, was nothing more than that, an image on a flat screen. She’d given up all she knew for this, a lie. And no way back to Wonderland.

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