Note: This is 100% fiction!
I look out my living room window this morning and notice the sky is finally beginning to clear. “It’s about time,” I mutter. I like rain but not this kind of rain. The weatherman calls them “showers” and it’s driving me insane. The sky is always dark, cloudy, and windy while a few measly drops of rain falls now and then. It disrupts all my plans and not only that, weeds have been accumulating in my yard again. Well at least I can finally get some work done today.
I drink my morning coffee, change into my work clothes, put on my gardening gloves and hat and march out of the front door. I survey the planters in my front yard and shake my head. It’s going to be a long day.
I begin working on the one nearest to the porch steps, swearing beneath my breath about how much I hate these weeds crawling in my yard. After an hour, I finally finish weeding the first planter. As I move to the second one, I hear a car door slam. “Yoo woo!” Oh no! I turn around and see my sister, Wicked Witch of the West, running toward me. “Hey sis!” She trills.
Ten years ago, I would’ve shot a spell that would have sent her flying back to Oz but since I used almost all my magic to make the magic potion that turned her good, I can no longer do that. Still, watching her running toward me sends chills up my spine. Mainly because she still dresses like she did ten years ago.
She doesn’t make an effort to fit in, to dress more like a normal person instead of what she was, a wicked witch. I mean, does it really take a lot to shave off that mole or magically transform back to natural skin color?
We hug and air-kiss like Hollywood rivals. “How have you been?” She asks.
A feign chuckle escapes my lip. “You know, just busy. How are you? Still trying to take over the Oz?”
She giggles. “Oh stop, you know I’ve given all that up a long time ago.”
“So to what do I owe this visit?”
She takes off her gloves and shows me this diamond ring on her left ring finger. “I got engaged.”
My jaw drops. Seriously? “C-congratulations!” We hug again. “Who’s the lucky guy?”
“Oh, you don’t know him. He’s a newbie in Oz.” She leans in and whispers, “So he doesn’t my past.” She winks, stands back, and said casually. “So I snagged him before he could be influenced by the villagers. As it turns out, he doesn’t care much about my past wickedness. What I am right now is much more important.”
“Wow, lucky you. When’s the big day?”
“Yeah, that’s why I’ve come. I’m wondering if I can have the wedding here. Let’s just say, even after ten years, the villagers still look at me like I’m evil.” Perhaps how you dress is the problem, I think and it gets me wonder, should I offer her a makeover? Will she hate me for changing her look? Maybe if I don’t mention it.
“Maybe I can help?”
“Oh, don’t worry. It’s not just you that have special power.” What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. I grab her hand and lead her into my home. “Come on, let’s show the villagers what a nice witch you’ve become.”