Thence to Oz

Chunks of blacktop shattered the windows as the car lifted off the ground. His first twister looked to also be his last.

Fryman, Clifford (2011-04-29). StoryStarters (Kindle Location 1245). Tin Palace Press. Kindle Edition.

Chunks of blacktop shattered the windows as the car lifted off the ground. His first twister looked to also be his last.

Buckled in as he was, he could do nothing.  He couldn't dive to the side, he couldn't duck under the dash, he couldn't move anywhere.  He could only look out of the window, seeing things spinning past him, and he knew, right then and there, he was going to die.

He was never a Christian, or even a Buddhist, although he meditated often enough.  He prayed to God, please let it be merciful, please let it be quick, and most of all, please don't let it hurt.  His meditation practice went out the back window along with his groceries.

Then the whirling of air stopped, and the car was suspended in midair.  He looked around, seeing only a field of destruction and then the car landed with a Fwoomp!  The roof collapsed, slamming him in the top of the head, and knocking him out.

He came to, a woman standing over him.  She was blond, and white, and looked like an angel. 

"I'm dead, aren't I?" He asked her.

"No," she said, and smiled at him.  "But your legs..."

He looked down.  They had some sort of metal straps to them.  He also looked around.  No hospital, bed.  No IV.  Nothing but brightly colored soft green grass.

"Where am I?"  He tried to sit up, but it was too dizzying so he lay back down again.

"Oz," she said.

He snorted.  "Yeah, right.  Did my car land on the Wicked Witch of the West?"

The woman laughed, "There has been no Wicked Witch for a long time."

"You must be Glenda, then."

"I am, and I rule this world..."

The End

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