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.
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.