Come Home Lucile


She desperately wanted there to be a passageway that would take her back home here. Or maybe a magical fairy’s spell could send Lucy right back home with the flick of a wrist? Or maybe Lucy would have to find a witch who brewed magical potions to find her way back home? Oh, how she dreads finding a way out of this interesting and bizarre place she'd landed in to get home. Only because Lucy knows all too well Dorothy had to travel down the Yellow Brick Road before she could tap her heels and magically wake up napping only blocks away from her home in Kansas, and Alice had to venture all the way through Wonderland before she got to the place where she could start unstacking the King and the Queen's cards so that they fell and she woke up back at her home in England.

“You know…there is nothing as tempting as a locked door.” He said.

His voice appeared out of nowhere. The guardian angel Lucy suspected. But he was nowhere to be found. When she looked up to find him, there was no sight of her old friend this time. He seemed to be completely gone except for the vibrations of his voice floating into both of her ears.

“Something brushed up against my foot. I don't know if I really want to find out what's locked inside." She said.

"Late into the night, the snow fell and fell.” He said.

“…” Her silence fell once again.

She was confused, again, of course, well who couldn’t be in this place besides guardian angels recruited and kept on the task force by the holy man God himself?

“Late into the night, the snow fell and fell, but they never could find little-miss-Now-Dead-Lucile.”

He said this softly before the wind came and stole his voice away from her ears for good.

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