Cheshire Cat Monologue Apr 2026

At first, he was just a grin. A crescent of luminous, disembodied teeth floating six feet off the ground. Then, as if remembering he had an audience, the eyes appeared—two emerald slits that blinked slowly, one after the other, like distant lighthouses.

The Geometry of Unbecoming

Alice folded her arms. “I wasn’t aware we had an appointment.” Cheshire Cat Monologue

The Cat’s body faded to a whisper of stripes, leaving only his mouth behind. The grin swelled until it filled the whole clearing, teeth like piano keys, each one a different shade of white. At first, he was just a grin

Silence. Then, from somewhere very close to her heart: “Now run along. The Queen has a lovely beheading scheduled for four o’clock. And do try the tarts. They’re terrible. That’s what makes them perfect.” The Geometry of Unbecoming Alice folded her arms