DOROTHY and TOTO against WICKED

It’s time for storytelling on Friday Fictioneers.  We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.  Here’s my tale of 100 words.  I believe in fairy tales, princesses and witches.

 PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright – Rachel Bjerke


PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright – Rachel Bjerke

Dorothy shivered in the evening air.  They had followed the yellow brick road.  This was no Emerald City though everything was green with moss.

She scooped up some clean water from the fountain for them and sat down on the cushion of leaves beside Toto.  They were exhausted from being whirled, twirled and dropped by the tornado.

They were pursued by the Wicked Witch of the West with her pack of wolves, crows and bees.  Wicked was green like slime with a giant eye like cyclops.  She was no match against Dorothy’s crucifix.

Safe! Now a fire and some food.

 

 

SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW

It’s Wednesday and I’m ready for Friday Fictioneers and our stories of 100 words.  We’re hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.  Here’s my 100 words for the picture prompt.  I hope you will enjoy them.  These are hard times and we need a little wizardry and lots of rainbows in our lives.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Melanie Greenwood

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Melanie Greenwood

Dorothy wondered what had happened.  Last thing she remembered was feeding the chickens for Aunt Em.  Uncle Henry was cleaning the barn.

She gazed around, her mouth opened, her eyes round in wonder.  She saw the rainbow. She was dazed and amazed.  She remembered being swept up by a big wind.

She felt something squirm in her arms.  Toto!  Oh thank God!  At least she was not alone in this strange place.  She put the little black dog down.  They have to find their way back home.

She saw the yellow brick road.  With Toto following, she headed towards it.