|by John Tenniel; from Wikimedia Commons|
"It won't do to stare," interrupted Hatter, and I started, for I had indeed been staring. Then my eyes were drawn to the blue symbols on my cup. The figures seemed on the cusp of movement, of dancing some ancient rite.
"No, it won't do," Hatter repeated. "The dancers are puzzle pieces, you see."
I did not see.
"They complete the...." another glance toward the shadows, "... the Other." He swallowed and then his face flickered with mad indifference. "It's tea, hot tea, that always does the trick." He gave me a grin that could cut barbed wire and then poured me out with wicked aplomb. "One lump or two?"
Just a little warm up prompted / inspired by Bliss Morgan's Nightmare Fuel project.