Lizzy stopped and let go of her father’s hand. “No, I’m not going.”
“Lizzy, we have to keep moving, sweetheart,” her father said.
“No,” she insisted. “I saw this before. This is the field that Dorothy, Toto, the tin man, the scarecrow, and the lion went into and they all fell asleep for a long, long time. I’m not going in there.”
“Oh Lizzy, that was make believe,” Her father responded. “Besides, that was a field of red poppies. This is a field of purple heather. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Are you sure, Daddy?”
“Yes, sweetie, I’m sure,” he said as he grabbed her hand.
Lizzy pointed toward the hills in the distance. “Is that Oz?” she asked.
“No, honey, it’s freedom,” he answered. “Now let’s hurry before the secret police or the state security forces catch up with us.”
Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo prompt.