Red Riding Hood

                                                         Act I

This is the magical path through the woods on which I first saw her.

She looked stunning, with her long blond hair, her blue eyes, and red lips.

Adorned in a red cape, hood, and flower-printed dress, she truly was a vision from heaven.

Red Riding Hood, I decided to call her.

She was going to her Grandma’s cottage, carrying a basket full of food for her.

Such a kind and gentle heart, such a noble soul.

I kept staring at her from afar…and it was then that I noticed it.

A wolf, stalking her every movement, following her stealthily, without making a sound.

She scampered along the path, ignorant of the danger dogging her footsteps.

I was just a poor woodcutter, I hardly stood a chance against the giant brute of a beast.

But I had fallen in love with this slip of a girl.

I kept staring at the scene, transfixed, unable to move a muscle.

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                                                           Act II

An hour later, Red Riding Hood entered her Grandmother’s cottage, unaware that her Grandmother was no more, and had been replaced by an evil predator.

But the moment the impostor posing as her Grandmother greeted her, Red Riding Hood knew that something was off. This was not her Grandmother’s voice.

“What a deep voice you have?” remarked a surprised Red Riding Hood.

“The better to greet you with,” replied the wolf.

Red Riding Hood now looked at the almost fully covered face of the impostor, and said, “Oh, what big eyes you have.”

Pat came the reply, “The better to see you with.”

“What big mouth you have,” said Red Riding Hood.

“The better to eat you with,” shouted the wolf, as he jumped at Red Riding Hood with a loud growl.

And just before Red Riding Hood fainted with fright, she saw me burst into the cottage through the front door, and with one swipe of my axe, slay the big, bad wolf.

I quickly checked her pulse and breath.

She was safe, thank the Lord, just unconscious.

I quickly checked the rest of the house.

I found the grandmother’s body stashed in a wardrobe.

I looked at her with pity in my eyes, and without turning my head, said, “Take her and leave quickly, before Red Riding Hood wakes up and realizes that you were just pretending to be dead. I will continue leaving food for you every week in the grove where we just met and struck our deal.”

The big, bad wolf picked up the Grandmother’s body and loped away, his yellow eyes bright with blood-lust.

I returned to the living room and sat by Red Riding Hood, waiting for her to wake up, thank me, her savior, and then become mine, forever.

She looked stunning, with her long blond hair, her blue eyes, and red lips.

Adorned in a red cape, hood, and flower-printed dress, she truly was a vision from heaven.

Red Riding Hood, I thought to myself.

My Red Riding Hood, I said out aloud.

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Written in response to the Thursday Photo Prompt – Woodland at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. Click on the link to read other stories inspired by the image. The magical photo has been provided by Sue herself as usual.

 

 

 

 

 

About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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12 Responses to Red Riding Hood

  1. Sue Vincent says:

    That’s a new twist on the old tale 😉

  2. “This is the magical path through the woods on which I first saw her.” Great opening line, it drew me in and inspires me to write about what I saw and who she was to me. Nice post, thanks for sharing.

  3. Iain Kelly says:

    The woodcutter is evil!!

  4. James says:

    That was certainly a twist I didn’t expect. I wrote a “red riding hood” tale once with “little red” being the predator, but only the nicest kind.

  5. Pingback: Red Riding Hood – Anurag Bakhshi #writephoto | Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

  6. Soooz says:

    Great post! Who knew the woodcutter would turn out to be a narcissistic sociopath. lol …

  7. Pingback: Photo prompt round up – Woodland #writephoto | Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

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