January 25, 2014

January 25, 2014 StoryStarter prompt: There were no yellow brick roads in life. There was no Oz...

There were no yellow brick roads in life. There was no Oz. Getting home was going to require more than clicking her heels together three times. Heather stared out the window into the colorless sky as the bus hummed along the highway. She wondered how the hell she had let her life get so messed up. 

With forty-seven dollars in her pocket and three nearly maxed-out credit cards to her name, she had been lucky to scrape together enough money for the one-way ticket back to Brighton. Brighton had been home once upon a time, and it was the last place in the world she expected she'd return to. 

The bus would be stopping for supper soon. Eating was a luxury she could ill-afford at the moment. She tucked the blanket around her and closed her eyes. She mentally counted the hours she had left before she would be meeting her sister at the bus stop. In about fifteen hours, she'd be face to face with her twin sister.

Cold fingers of dread threaded their way up her spine and she shivered. She'd rather come face to face with the Wicked Witch of the West than face her sister, Hannah. She knew Hannah hated her -- and honestly, Heather couldn't blame her.

She'd sharpened her claws, intentionally going after Wade Ferguson as soon as she learned how her sister felt about him.

It was a little hard to tell her sister, "It's not what it looks like," when it was exactly what it looked like. Hannah's boyfriend Wade was going to town with his expert tongue and fingers between Heather's parted legs in the backseat of his car at the party when Hannah caught them mid-orgasm.

"You're a selfish bitch, Heather. One day you'll pay. You don't love Wade. You just went after him because he was mine!" Hannah had screamed hysterically and cried into her mother's sympathetic chest.

"Heather, maybe you should leave," her mother had told her. And, so...she did. 

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Lori L. Clark

Lori L. Clark currently resides in Hazelwood, MO with three rescue dogs. When Lori isn't listening to the voices in her head, waiting for the next creative inspiration to strike, she also loves to read, run, paint pet portraits and save dogs. Email Lori at

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