Little Red

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A cold chill went up Red's spine as a breeze rustled her crimson cloak. The wind caused the tree branches to dance, casting ominous shadows in the moonlight. As she took the first step up to her grandmother's door, it creaked open revealing a dark living room. Candle light flickered in the distance, down the hall in her grandmother's bedroom. Red knew something was wrong, her grandmother's house was never this dark and uninviting. Curiosity got the best of her so she slowly made her way to the dancing orange light.


As she approached the door, she heard a low, heavy breathing. Her hands trembled and a muffin fell from the basket of goodies she had brought for her grandmother.


"Come closer, my dear." A scratchy voice whispered.


Red looked to the bed where the blankets rose and fell with each wet breath. The mass in the bed much larger than her grandmother.


Slowly, she approached the bed, getting a better glimpse of the creature claiming to be her grandmother.


A hairy paw beckoned her to come closer, it's nails long and sharp.


"Grandmother, what big arms you have!" Red gasped.


"All the better to hug you my dear."


Sharp, pointed ears rested against a pillow.


"Grandmother, what big ears you have!"


"All the better to hear you with, my dear." The voice, louder and more excited with each step Red took.


Large, black eyes loomed over the blankets, causing Red's heart to stop.


"Grandmother, what big eyes you have." Red's voice began to quiver.


A large, grey muzzle poked out from under the blankets. A malevolent grin stretching ear to ear.


Red dropped her basket of goodies as she saw the streaks of red that stained those sharp, yellowed teeth. It was a wolf! A foul odor escaped his mouth with every breath.


"Grandmother, what big teeth you have!" Her voice cracked.


"All the better to eat you with!" The wolf jumped from the bed, reaching for Red.


Red turned to run but, her foot caught on something wet. She fell to the floor with a loud scream, her face hitting the hard wood. She peeled herself from the sticky floor and looked to see what stained her hands. It was the same shade of crimson as her cloak. Her grandmothers blood painted her skin a sticky red. The metallic scent filled her nostrils making her want to vomit.


The wolf laughed as he saw her face twist into sickness and grief before he lunged at her once more.


She kicked and screamed as he held her down, tears streaming down her bloodstained face.


The wolf smiled once more and drool fell from his lips as he opened his mouth.


Red closed her eyes, hoping for the end to come quick.


Suddenly glass shattered and the wolf released his grip on her, turning to the noise. He let out a wail as the blade of an axe glinted in the candlelight, right before it came down and sliced into his neck with a soggy crunch.


Red opened her eyes to see those large, lifeless, black eyes staring at her, realizing the wolfs head now rested on her chest. She shoved it away in disgust.


A large calloused hand stretched out to help her to her feet. Red looked up to see a tall man, holding an axe.


"I heard the screaming." The man said.


She couldn't help but embrace the man, digging her face into his chest, letting the grief and fear release as he held her trembling body.

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