A short Nessa-fic from the book… Nessa's thoughts towards the end of her life. R/R!
Cyclone
Nessarose's heart nearly stopped when she saw the house flying through the air. The winds were picking up and ribbons began to fly everywhere. Shouts rose and Munchkinlanders scattered. Nessarose could only stand in awe and watch the wooden house slowly spin through the air, coming dangerously close to Center Munch. Nessarose tried to push her way through the crowd, but found this was very hard to task to perform without arms to shove people out of the way. She made her way back to the small display table that held tropheys, now knocked over from the wind. The crowd became even more chaotic as the house became closer. People ducked into their strange, dome-roofed houses everywhere and one man even disappeared to a manhole in the Yellow Brick Road. Three short men, all three balding with beards, decked in the blue Munchkinland color, stood nearby Nessarose. She approached them, shouting over the storm.
"What are we to do?" she asked them. The three men each looked apalled that the Witch of the East was talking to them. "Should we fetch Glinda? She's here in Munchkinland... perhaps she can magick the horrible storm to stop!"
The three men looked at her in disgust and hurried away. Center Munch was nearly deserted by this time and it only now occured to Nessarose that she needed to take cover from the storm, which had now blown over the table of awards. Nessarose ran to a house and began kicking furiously at the door - but to no response. She darted to another and swung her right leg through the air while balancing on her left, knocking with her foot rather than a fist.
As she realized that no one would open the door, especially for someone rumored to be as horrible as she was, she backed away from the house. She felt the soft grass, now being torn from the ground, quickly fade away into the yellow bricks of the infamous road that led to the City of Emeralds. She whirled around to face the cyclone.
The enourmous funnel was coming toward her and - shrinking! It was fading away. The wind was still there though, blowing back her short cape and lifting her skirt up to the knees. The house was closer now - only twenty, maybe thirty feet away - and the cyclone was only twice as tall as Nessarose. The world seemed to spin with the storm as Nessarose finally realized what was about to happen.
The wind blew again and her skirt lifted once again to her knees, revealing her striped stockings and Frex's jeweled shoes. A scream escaped her ruby lips as the house landed on her, crushing her bones in a horrible crunch, and only her legs and shoes remained.