Gone forever was the flaxen-haired innocent in her precious blue and white pinafore. Her hair was now a shaggy black mane and she had ample evidence to indicate draperies made suitable attire with a bit of work.
The past ten years seemed a blurred nightmare to her. Though whatever was in the caterpillar’s hookah kept her too stoned to struggle when the two obese brothers “tweedled” her every night, she still dreamed of escape.
Stepping through the portrait frame, she knew it was likely not the way home but at least it was the first step to leaving Wonderland behind.
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: emerging.