Author's Note: My first attempt at writing a Glinda piece. Not quite sure what this is, a drabble? Book-inspired, but Musical-verse.
I own absolutely nothing, much to my dismay.
Glinda ran her fingers over the worn paper label of a tiny crystal bottle: MIRACLE ELI-
It was my mother's….
The knife in her heart twisted.
Take a swig of this, it dulls the pain…
She considered for a moment, mesmerized by the swirling emerald liquid contained within.
It would not be proper, but she was tired of being proper, of being good.
To you then, Elphie, wherever you are.
She raised her trembling hand, pressed the bottle to her lips and drank.
The porcelain cracked.
To those of you who have read the book, I'll leave you to interpret this as you will. To those who have not, I direct your attention to pages 489-491. Either way, this is the end. Concrit. appreciated.