Writer's Choice 5—Shoes
"Nessa…will you promise me something?"
"Yes?"
"Can I have your shoes when you die?"
"Of course, Elphaba…"
Nessa is dead now, crushed by a fallen farmhouse. The girl has walked off with her shoes; oblivious to the pain she's caused…
"Nessarose…you wicked witch! You've lied to me; you let her take your shoes from me! Give them back, Nessa, give them back," the Witch moans.
"Please, Nessa…give me your shoes."
She is within reach of them now; the girl is locked in with her. The Witch reaches down…and sparks fly from the footwear, searing her as much as water would.
"Nessa…give me the shoes; you promised!"
The shoes merely laugh at her.