Little Red Riding Hood
written by: Carlotta Dahlmann
The knife hit the stone floor with a sharp clink that rattled her ears long after she’d let it go. The air hung with an iron smell, and she had to be careful not to step into puddles of thick wine-colored blood. He was dead for good this time.
Never again would he come to their house. Couldn’t scare her or her grandmother. Never again put his dirty paws all over the place, touching things he shouldn’t, and looking at her with a longing hunger in his eyes. She had heard of monsters like him before but never thought he would be so vile to visit her when she was all alone. After all, she was only a child.
“Bless you, dear wolf, for you alone warned me,” she whispered into the cloudy night where the wolf was sure to be watching her house, making sure she was safe and sound. “Will you take care of him in the morning?” she asked, and a frail howling in the distance held the answer.
- Little Red Riding Hood - May 21, 2025
