For the Five Sentence Fiction Challenge. This weeks word was grief.
Yellow Brick Fail
Each wicked little bird took a piece, peck, peck, pecking away until all that was left was her fleshy container and streaming tears of long heart hurt.
She felt each beak as it tore through the meat of her resolve, her boundaries, her self esteem, her yearning, yet still she walked expecting a buffed up Tin Man to save her.
A serious minded Scarecrow would have been talk therapy company, but none were to be found, nor was there any 'roid rage Lion around to beat the intruders and their reminders of pain into bloody spots on the forest floor.
She had stepped off her yellow brick road in search of...something unseen but felt, only to find herself in a rotten apple forest populated by sorrow grown large by lack of trust and sharing, pecked to pieces by birds named Regret and Loss.
In her head she knew even the Wizard would not be able to give back the Emerald Palace of her dreams, so she trudged on along the crumbling, yellow route in shoes stained dark with shed blood longing.