Down the Hole

Today's muse: Thursday Thunks
Yeah, I know. Today is Monday. Whataya gonna do about it?
Cut me some slack. I just found this muse.

Prompt #2:
Sometimes we want to grow wings and fly. What's the farthest you've fallen?


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Down the Hole

Vignettes rush by, faster and faster, as I freefall. A few talkies, but most are silent. Soundless mouths flapping.

It’s not a film that will win an Oscar, or even be nominated, so dreary are these scenes. I will never stand before the crowd holding the heavy statuette, droning on like a winner for best Trumpet Editing, unaware that no one really gives a shit.

I no longer want to be Alice. Let the Queen take my head. I’m already late for my date and I know I will be punished.

I wonder if the bottom will break this rabbit's fall.