What If? The Fairy Tale Madness Blogfest

First off, a huge thanks to Leigh Covington, Cassie Mae, Mark Koopmans, and Morgan Shamy for hosting this blogfest. How stinkin' fun is this? :) They're celebrating their respective blogiversaries this week, so let's give them some love!

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"What If?" The Fairy Tale Madness Blogfest

 Rules: 

• Think of your favorite "well known" fairytale and ask "What If…!"
• Pick one of these four categories: 
  Best Plot Twist, Best Love Story,  Best Tragedy , Best Comic Relief
• Write a scene/flash fiction illustrating a new detail of the fabled fairy tale that changes our perspective.
• Keep it PG-13
• Post your story between August 13th and 17th. 
• 300 word maximum.  

  Details: 

• Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood
• Setting: Modern/urban
• Team: Tragedy
• Twist: Ending
• Word count: 300 exactly

 Scene: 

“You be careful, Red,” my dad warned from the doorway, smoke edging out around his words. “Did you take that pepper spray with ya?”

I jogged down the steps to the sidewalk. “Yes, Dad.”

“And you got them cookies for Nana?”

My boots splashed an inky puddle, scattering the streetlights. “Right here.” I held up the wicker basket as proof. Honestly, did he not get that I turned eighteen last week? I could handle a freakin’ errand down the street.

He grunted. “Just straight there and back, okay? None of your shortcuts.”

“Got it,” I said, tossing a wave over my shoulder. “I’ll be right back. I promise.”

“And don’t talk to nobody,” he yelled at my back.

“Yeah, yeah.” Geez. Watching the news made him paranoid. So there’d been a few  abductions last month. It wasn’t like they were close.

I pulled up my hood against the wind and ducked around the corner. Nana lived a few blocks away and unless I wanted to freeze my ass off, I’d have to take an unapproved detour.

“Excuse me,” a man called from a few feet back. “Miss?”

Shit. Was he talking to me? I took a few steps, and then burst into a jog when I heard his footsteps quicken behind me.

“Wait!”

My heart hammered in my chest as we plunged into the alley’s darkness, and I patted my jacket for the pepper spray. Was this seriously happening? Now?

“—dropped this,” he yelled.

Right.

When we reached the end, I bolted past two parked cars and into the street. If I could just make if to the other side...

I threw a glance back and froze. The man was bent over, gasping for breath and clutching the bow from Nana’s basket. Oh.

Too bad I missed the headlights.

   

Have a great week, guys! ♥