Dearest Alice found herself lost again in the woods, brambles pulling at her hair, and lemon rinds at her feet. Not a sign to guide her.

Despite paradise the girl couldn't help but feel heavy pangs of loneliness. Dull and festering up from the very pits of her stomach like rising bile. Unstable and taunting. Surrounded by the pure balmy blackness, of citrus sweet air, the blue glow of false company..the hum of crickets provided the only back drop to the symphony of clicking keys.



The only real connection she felt was to the heavily smooth, cold pearls that rolled in her hand as if a rosary or ikon. Or a map out of the thick darkness of the forest.



But aside from this inanimate object, that dangled gleamingly from her fingers there was nothing but blackness, and the flashing headers of ignored windows. And what could be described as the vague shrivelling of ones heart...something thought unfair when one was surrounded by so much good at one moment.



Prayers went unanswered once again.
It was a feeble attempt to ask anything of the bored clockmaker.

The valentine's day post.

"You're radishing."
"Nothing is butter than you and me."
"Water you waiting for, be my Valentine."
"Lettuce be together."
"I know this might sound CORNy but you're golden."
"You're a real peach."
"I'm in a real jam, will you be my Valentine?"
"You make my knees feel like jelly."
"I've got a beef to pick with you, you stole my heart."
"I've bean waiting for someone like you."
"I'm nuts for you."
"I love you berry much."
"You drive me bananas."

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