Friday Fictioneers : Up in the high castle where the wind blows cruel


PHOTO PROMPT © Magaly Guerrero

PHOTO PROMPT © Magaly Guerrero


Put on the shoes.

Momba ignored the voice and turned over, pulling the bedcovers up to her ears. The storm beat at the castle, rattling the casements like a dozen jaws chattering with fear.

Put on the shoes. The girl is coming.

What if she refused, disappeared, became someone else? Something else? But without evil there could be no heroes and people needed heroes.

Besides, chuckled the Magic Ball, you’re so good at it.

Momba pushed back the covers, slipping the shoes on her emerald feet. ‘Oh, I am.’ she said, allowing herself a small cackle.


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. See the prompt and write a tale and visit here to read the other stories.

I know anyone who’s seen Wicked will think the Wicked Witch of the West’s name is Elphaba, but in the 1910 silent film The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, the title cards call her Momba, so I went with that.