This Was Not the Wonderland I Was Promised
A lonely librarian who loved reading fairy tales. At least, that is how most stories begin. Someone who loved something or searched for something, and in the end there is always a "Moral of the Story".
Lewis Lewin longed for his "Happily Ever After", but it never came. His life was an endless torment. How could a grown man be such a failure?
No friends, no girlfriend, no talent or ability, and a miserable job that he only kept in order to survive. His family always considered him a failure, a hopeless loser, someone who tried everything and still achieved nothing.
But one day, during a family birthday celebration, Lewis Lewin saw the only reason for his life slipping away. Someone he had loved and desired so deeply in the past, something he once believed to be unchangeable, his perfect beloved. Married in the arms of someone else, with her beautiful children running around the party.
Death seemed like a better alternative. Time passed, yet he alone remained in the same place. He lost his mind. Running through the streets like the madman he had become, he cried out to God, begging in despair for his beloved to be returned to him, or for someone to free him from that torment.
What did he say?
"If you are going to treat me this way, Lord, I beg you, kill me already."
But what he did not expect, for better or worse, was that God heard his plea.
And only one question lingered in the air. After all... where is my dear Alice?
