Sound
There was much sound in Glinda's life.
There were the baby sounds she made when she was born.
There was her first carriage ride, when she was small. She liked the sound the wheels made on the road.
There were the sounds of Shiz, the chattering students, the Ozdust Ballroom. Elphaba's laughter.
The Emerald City had a frantic, joyous quality to its sound.
There was the booming voice of the Wizard's mechanical head.
The resounding crash as Dorothy dropped in, killing Nessarose.
The angry mob, screaming and waving their weapons.
Elphaba's scream as she melted out of existence…