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Returning Home
By Lynnie
As she sat in her room watching the white rain fall she could see it all so clearly: the brick road made of the richest yellow she'd ever seen, the quaint people who treated her with glee and honor for something over which she had no apparent control, the beauty of the jewel colored city against the field of poppies...
Most of all she sees the images of her three friends. The faces of the trio that made sure she was safe, in the best spirits possible, and, most of all, on her way home. The Scarecrow in his field of golden corn. Common sense and simplicity in logic making out better than book smarts ever could have. The Tin Man with his ax and oil can. Caring for others before ever thinking of himself even if it meant rust. The Cowardly Lion who's growl was truly bigger than his bite. His courage always there, but never having a reason to come out before.
Fifty years to the day. All of it as if it were right there in front of her face.
Aunt Em, Uncle Henry, and Toto all have been gone for years now. Even Ms. Gulch was slightly mourned... a lost life is a lost life liked or not. Her husband passed on three years ago. Their children and grandchildren visiting as often as they're able.
She has never had anyone truly believe her when she told of Oz. Her own children rolling their eyes as she once again would try to make them see. Her grandkids thinking she the world's best storyteller... Not once imagining that the magical land could possibly be real.
She sighed as she watched the clouded moon and dusty stars shine as bright as they could.
OZOZOZOZ
A small tear went down the Good Witch's cheek as she watched the colorless scene before her. Over the years she has watched the child grow into a beautiful woman, loving wife, and devoted mother and grandmother.
Glinda watched silently for the time when their brave little heroine would return... for the witch knew what returning would mean this time.
OZOZOZOZ
Across the room, under the dresser she saw a red sparkle. Slowly making her way over, the dulling eyes recognized the objects before her. Her heart thumped as she but the ruby on her feet. As she did, Glinda's voice eased her racing thoughts. "It's okay, my child. It's as easy as it once was. You still have it inside of you. Click three times..."
The woman stood up as straight as her aging body could and closed her eyes. She clicked her heels three times and softly said the words she had chanted all those years ago, "There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home."
OZOZOZOZ
Her oldest daughter, baring the name of her great aunt, closed her eyes to gather the words needed as they formed in her throat.
"My mother had a personality that brought a sense of color and light to a gray tinted world. She stuck out as an individual who remained her own throughout being our mother, Papa's wife, and our children's beloved grandmother.
She always spoke to us of her beloved Oz. Her Scarecrow, Tin Main, and Lion have remained a part of her heart for her entire life. I believe this was the only time she was ever truly happy... When she would whisk herself into her own world of munchkins and witches... of color changing horses and wizards.
Mama has finally been allowed to follow her yellow brick road again to the field of poppies reaching to her
Wonderful Land of Oz. Every time a rainbow appears it'll be her smile letting us know of her happiness there⦠Over the rainbow."
OZOZOZOZ
Lifting up her hand, the old woman felt the smooth skin of her youth. Opening her eyes to finally look at the magnificent sight in front of her. She turned around at the happy voices, Dorothy! You're back! You're home!"
OZOZOZOZ
FIN
