"You foolish girl. You are too weak to run," she tells me. The witch walks briskly toward me and picks up my hood. This pushes me over. That is the only relic I have of my family. She can't take that away from me. She says,"I haven't seen this for ages!"
"Give it back witch. It's mine. I need it." I try and act serious, but I sound a little squeaky. Truth is, I've never been without it. Not since I got it. It's almost become a part of me. The witch tosses it back to me.
"I do wish you would stop calling me 'witch'. I have a name."
"What is it?"
"I can't say it in your language you foolish girl. Even as thick-headed as you are, I'd expect you to know!"
Right. Speaking witch language would be like swallowing toxic acids to a human. "Okay then. I'm going to call you something. How about Josi?"
She crinkles her nose. "Why Josi?"
I sigh. "I don't know Josi. Why don't you tell me? The name's Red by the way."
YOU ARE READING
The Girl in the Red Hood
FantasyEverybody has heard the story of the girl with the red hood. Many different interpretations have been passed down. I'm here to tell you one version you probably haven't heard: the truth.
