Kansas

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.

—Nortina


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.”

Read next: “L” is for “leftovers.”

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