Deadly Tea Party

The Mad Hatter snickers softly as he pours the blue liquid from the vile. I t splashes down into the cup, becoming clear as it hits the hot liquid. He bends down and sniffs the steam fuming from the kettle. His face relaxes and he closes his eyes. A rustling brings him back to attention. The March Hare runs out of the woods towards  the clearing. Panting, he silently places a bag into the Hatter's outstretched palm. The fabric is brown and crumpled. With a single motion, he pulls the string and lets it glide to the ground. Inside are shiny gold coins and a piece of paper. On it is a red heart. The Hatter nods and slips the bag into his coat packet. The March Hare sits.  "Don't drink the tea!" muses the Hatter.

 

The March Hare smiles.

 

A figure in blue appears on the path, blond curls bouncing.

 

The Hatter sits, his eyes flash a static blue. "Here comes Alice" he whispers.