This is just a little oneshot I wrote while I was reading the book. Even if you haven't read the book, you'll still understand it. Please review, I really like this and I want opinions on how to make it better.
"I still can't help but wonder," said Elphaba one night as she and her newly-named roomie were getting ready for bed, "if Doctor Dillamond was murdered."
"Oh Elphie, don't be ridiculous," Glinda admonished. "Why on earth would someone want to murder him?"
"Oh, I don't know," Elphaba sighed. "It just doesn't make sense. There's more to this story here, more information that we don't have."
Despite herself, Glinda asked, "Such as?"
"I don't know…" Elphaba said again. "Maybe something we think we're sure of isn't true at all. Maybe somewhere we think we're safe—like Shiz—isn't really safe at all!"
"Elphaba!" Glinda whispered hoarsely. "How dare you say such things?!"
"There's more to this than what we're being told," Elphaba said with finality, and crawled into bed and turned off the light.
Glinda, however, stayed up, her back resting against the headboard of her bed, her pale pink lips open slightly as if it would help her take in any imminent danger, or this unnamed evil Elphaba seemed sure existed. Her golden curls brushed her alabaster shoulders, the image of purity. If this unnamed evil were really lurking so nearby, Glinda reasoned, innocent beauties like herself would surely be the first to go. At this thought, she vainly placed her hand over her heart and felt it thumping like one thousand rabbits' feet.
Glinda did not like to think of such things…She squeezed her eyes shut and dug her palms into her eye sockets until she saw stars. She preferred to think of a future filled with wonderful things, things like terribly posh little tea parties with frilly tablecloths, hand-painted gold inlay china, and plenty of cream. Things like a marriage to a reasonable attractive dark-haired man whose breath would make her sunshine colored ringlets of hair dance when he leaned down to whisper something romantic in her ear adorned with teardrop diamonds or to kiss her neck with his soft fleshy lips. Things like rainbows and happily-ever-afters and dozens of other nothings she knew were unobtainable but entertaining in prospect.
Elphaba, she knew, on the other hand, would probably scold her for thinking such ridiculous, childish thoughts, and tell Glinda to focus on realistic, real world goals. But sometimes Glinda had to wonder if Elphaba ever allowed herself—just every now and again—to indulge in these thoughts, thoughts that surely every female creature had. Was her Elphie thinking about a holiday while appearing to pay attention during their life science lectures? Every night when she had her hook-shaped nose tucked away in a thick book was she dreaming of a lover who would accept her for was she was? Did she pine for acceptance behind that couldn't-care-less-about-it façade? Did she just want to be like everyone else?
The inner workings of Elphaba's mind were much more thought provoking and potentially scary than the matters at hand, so Glinda tried not to think of either as she tucked herself in for the night and hoped she wouldn't dream.
So there you go! Question, for those who read the book: I also want to mention the death of Ama Clutch in there somewhere, but I can't seem to fit it in. Any suggestions? Oh, and if you did read the book, do you get the title?
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