Synopsis
Alex is a rather lost-looking guy who's fallen into a hole and can't get up. Wonderland is the world into which he fell and the place where he just might finally "find" himself.Excerpt
Alex fell and fell and fell and fell and screamed and fell. After a while he stopped screaming and began noticing the world that he was passing by. It seemed strange and wonderful and terrifying and… he was STILL falling. He opened his mouth again to scream but decided that that would just be a waste of breath. The strange world seemed to whiz UP quickly as he continued DOWN. Eventually he realized that his fall was slowing. How that was possible…how any of this was possible, he had no idea but at least he was no longer crazed with terror. Now he was just puzzled and, actually, becoming a little bored. His fall slowed and slowed until he seemed more to be floating than falling and then after quite another long while, he stopped moving altogether and simply hung/floated in the middle of the strange seemingly never-ending hole.“Great” he thought to himself “Now what?” He looked more closely at the walls in front of which he hovered. For as far up or down as he could see, they were covered in pictures – beautiful landscapes surrounded by elaborate gold frames. Rustic pastoral scenes, deep dark forests, fantastical cityscapes, inviting beach palaces, and many other lovely painted scenes were spread out over the walls. There were also little shelves dotted in and around the pictures. On the shelves sat the most varied and curious array of knickknacks that one could imagine. One shelf had only orange things on it. Another held a variety of what appeared to be ceramic animals. They all had long noses like an elephant….but Alex could see that there weren’t actually any elephants there. Some had 10 legs, some had more than one trunk and all were painted in a rainbow of colours that he had never seen on any mammal, let alone any elephant. One of the larger beasts was pointing it’s trunk up and to the right. Alex’s eye followed the line of the trunk to a picture hanging just there. It was a little smaller than most of the others. Alex found if he flapped his arms, he could maneuver himself a little closer to the wall. He was mesmerized by the small painting. This landscape was heavily forested and populated with incredibly intricate trees. Each leaf on each delicate branch was painted in an explosion of delicious colour. On the forest floor there grew flowers and mushrooms and toad stools and every enchanting thing Alex had ever heard of. He found he wanted to BE in that scene. He wanted to breathe that forest’s air, he wanted to see that world’s sky, he wanted…..
“Arrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” Suddenly Alex was falling again. But this time, he was falling into the picture that he’d been staring at! It was a much shorter fall this time and it ended on a pile of wildly coloured leaves and with a mild thud.
