This is a submission for Friday Fictioneers (http://new.inlinkz.com/luwpview.php?id=333991). Tragically, I’m far too stupid to know how to include the picture that inspired the story but you’ll find it if you follow the link. As always, i’ve failed to keep it within the word limit. Apologies if anyone else has ploughed the same fictional trough; i’ve not had a change to read the others yet. Anyway, here goes;
“Forget it,” said the cowardly lion, “No way.”
“Please,” said Dorothy.
“Look, lady, how d’you think I got my name?”
Tinman addressed him, sotto voce behind his rictus grin, “Maybe, if you do what the wizard says, you’ll realise you had courage all along.”
“Sort of like a behavioural experiment,” said the Scarecrow, who planned to set himself up as a cognitive therapist when he got his brains.
“I won’t do it, I tells you,” answered the lion.
“For me?” Pleaded Dorothy, “For Glinda.”
“That Glinda’s using you. I bet you’ll find alls you had to do was click those heels together.”
“Even so,” said Scarecrow, “Maybe we should do what the Wizard wants.”
“Well,” said the lion, shaking his mane petulantly, “Count me out. It’ll all end in tears.” And with that, he took the grey stone back road out of the Emerald City