When I was five my mother died. I don't really remember much about her, but I'm told that she was a lovely, sweet lady. I do remember her saying that I looked beautiful in red. It was her favorite color and she loved to dress me up in outfits adorned with red bows and ribbons and such. I've long outgrown all that nonsense, but I still wear the last thing she made me all those years ago- a vibrant red cape with a hood.
It's sentimental of me, but I've worn this cape every day since the funeral four long years ago. It makes me feel closer to her, even though the fabric is faded and worn, and the once large cape now only reaches past my waist. Because of it everyone calls me Little Red Riding Hood. I rather hate the nickname, but I haven't found the courage to let go of my link to the past, particularly since-
"Red!" Her thoughts were shattered the cry.
"Little Red Riding Hood! Where are you, you miserable little brat?!"
Stepping into the kitchen, 'Red' faced her stepmother with composure. "Right here." She declared in a clear but quiet voice. A false calm surrounded her small stature.
"Ah, there you are! Your father told me before he left this morning that his mother sent word that she's ill, so I have a little task for you. Take this basket, fill it with a few foods and go visit the old dear. After all, it's certainly not worth my time." She said with a sneer and proceeded to saunter out of the kitchen, her rather ample figure dwarfing the petite girl as she passed.
A moment passed and then a sigh of relief as the girl started forward to prepare the basket.
'Well if that's all then this day is going to be a piece of cake. A day away from the step-monsters and getting to visit grandma. What a nice treat, and it's a lovely day for a walk too!'
With a smile on her face and a spring in her step, the girl set off on the three-mile journey to see her grandmother.
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Little Red Riding Hood and the Prince
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