Red hood

I pull my red hoodie tighter around myself, fearing my grandmother’s return. I look up at a man, who vaguely resembles a wolf.

“Come with me, please Little Red... I’ll keep you safe,” he says, smiling warmly.

“Alright my-” I gasp, looking over his shoulder. I shove him away and give him a scared smile. He looks and sees my grandmother storming towards us, growling like a mad dog.

“Goodbye, my lo-”

The Wolf

I watch my little red get dragged away, helpless. I realize she isn’t wearing her trademark hoodie, and scan the ground for it. I find it and pick it up, bringing it to my nose. Mint and vanilla... I look back at her, and she tries to smile through her tears and gives me a wave.

I wave back, knowing I’ll never see her again.