3 Works in Nibs (Peter Pan)
"NEVER GROW UP AND NEVER GROW OLD AND NEVER GIVE IN, JUST THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS AND FLY, DAMMIT," was our credo. We lived free and we partied hard under Peter's reign, we ran through the forests and never looked back and never, never, NEVER saw Peter grow up. He was forever young, he could fly, he could still grin like a child as a seventeen-year old. We lived with him in Neverland, but we also lived with our parents in Kings Landing, Oregon. I was just trying to find the space in between. My name is Wendy Darling, and this isn't Peter's story. This is mine.
They left Wendy's familiar haunts, went to where bright fluorescent lights shimmered through the gathering dark, and vendors sold curry and meat pies and falafel on the curbs, and climbed up to a third-story flat on a dingy ill-lit street. The door was painted sky blue, and huge cumulonimbus clouds surrounded the knob. "Welcome to Neverland," Peter said, not using a key, just opening the door.
All boys, except one, grow up. Isn’t that the way the story goes? Well, not this time. This time you will get to read the really real version. Peter Pan was not a 10-year-old boy. He was not even a boy really. And his nemesis was not a sea captain. The Lost Boys weren’t really boys either. Wendy, John, and Michael WERE children however...