New Flash Fiction: "Wicked Witch"

More Halloween flash fiction of a surreal nature. Not sure how many of these I have now; I've decided on the goal of a chapbook's worth. (Incidentally, if there are any poets out there, or just anyone who likes to do a little literary criticism now and again, I'd love to see your feedback on these. Feel free to email!

Wicked Witch

The Wicked Witch with her green skin, I saw that day. I’m sure of it. Outside the park district office when ballet was canceled, on a cold gray autumn day, across from the zoo. The seals barked desperately and whimpered, even them, from the cold and lack of sunshine. They were spoiled seals now, arctic no more, used to the heat of summer in Lincoln Park.

I was afraid and I still cried out to her “Take me home!” She did not turn around. But I added silently, “Give me potion and brews to drink. Teach me.”