“Once upon a time…” Wait. Too dramatic, too cliché. It is a comfortable way to start, as easy to note as a lullaby. But this is not a song…
There are no lovely wonderful thoughts as she was captured and brought again to Neverland. Second to the right, straight on till morning, towards her doom…
My beloved one once sighed and said, “I miss my brothers and my sisters.”/His companions asked, “Are we not your brothers O Messenger of Allah?”
Today, Wendy Moira Angela Darling will walk a new kind of gallows. That’s quite melodramatic, she thinks. But it’s not so untrue. A broken woman in a broken mirror stares back at her…