Was Oz a dream conjured by flying debris in a storm, or did Dorothy really leave Kansas?
I follow them out of the restaurant—too drunk to be discreet—toward the deserted back lot used for extra parking.
He yanks her elbow closer, she looks over her shoulder. They seem to be running from me, but I can’t lose him again, not before I know who he is.
When I turn the corner, he’s behind her, waiting, and I see her body shoot straight up, then stiffen like a board and collapse at his feet.
I’m not in Kansas anymore.
Today’s tag is “Kansas.”
I hadn’t originally planned to write a serial for the A to Z Challenge, but this story seems to be writing itself, so let’s go with it!
Stay tuned for an unlucky “L” tomorrow, Friday the 13th! Click here to catch up on A–J.