I wrote this flash fiction story for Tuesday Tales, a writing exercise. It's called "Riding Little Red" and it's of course based on "Little Red Riding Hood". Here's a taste:
Red climbed through the bramble, cutting her legs on thorns. She hated going to her grandmother's house. The old woman smelled of mothballs and served gruel for breakfast. She kept her teeth in a jar next to the sugar. Disgusting.
The smell of boiled cabbage wafted out the windows of grandmother's house. Red loathed cabbage. It gave her gas. There was nothing worse than a run of farts when you're trying to impress a lad.
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Tuesday Tales - Riding Little Red