Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy
Footsteps approach and I screw my eyes tight shut and swallow back hot tears.
I sense Daddy standing there. Know he’ll be wearing his stupid mask but today, I’m not laughing.
‘I know a new apartment is hard.’ His voice wobbles. ‘But without my job…. You’ll make new friends.’
I push past him and tear open a cardboard box.
I like my old friends. My old house. The smell of honeysuckle. My swing creaking from the apple tree. The sun streaming through my bedroom in the mornings.
My ruby red slippers sparkle and I slip them on. Click my heels 3 times. ‘There’s no place like home.’
Channelling Dorothy was written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Hop over to host Rochelle’s blog and read the other entries here.