Jack lived in the village. Little Red Riding-Hood lived in the forest. They met on the common, danced round a Maypole and drank cider.
"Come with me," cooed LRRH, dragging him into the woods.
Jack’s mother had warned him to beware of the forest. He dropped sandwich crumbs as markers in case they got lost.
The path veered. Light and birdsong faded. LRRH led him to a cottage, unlocked the door.
"Isn’t it pretty?" she growled, pulling Jack onto a blood-stained bed with claws where finger-nails had been.
Jack was lost, and the crumbs couldn’t help.
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Sunday 19 June 2022
'When Little Red Riding Hood took Jack into the Woods' by David X. Lewis
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