Red Brick Road
Dorothy stared at the ground beneath her feet, the swirling cobblestones in the courtyard of Munchkin Land. She looked around at all of their bright, open faces and was repulsed. Little people gave her the creeps. Dorothy glanced down the open lane of the yellow brick road, and her eyebrows drew together in dissatisfaction. She'd made it to Oz by listening to that old man's advice and running home in the middle of a tornado. She couldn't imagine getting home any way other than listening to her instincts. Well, why would she want to go home anyway? Oz was a magical fairy tale come true. She wasn't scared of the Wicked Witch of the West. No one could touch her with her newly acquired fashion fiasco footwear. Dorothy spun on her heel and set off in the opposite direction, ruby slippers clipping and clopping on the faded red bricks. Glenda, who had been standing on the platform smiling expectantly, flew after her. Dorothy was half turned around when a bolt of lightening jumped out from her shoes. It knocked the Good Witch off her feet, and sent her sprawling across the ground, not dead, but very much unconscious. The young girl shrugged and continued down the road, curious of what this place could offer her.
To Be Continued...