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.
A to Z Challenge theme: A Drabble for a Tag
This year, I’m giving you 26 drabbles (100-word stories) using some of my favorite unused or underused tags.
Today’s tag is “Kansas.”
Read previous: “J” is for “jokes.”