The Red Riding Hood

And she lied cold on the ground. Numb. Stiff. Her breath now controlled by a dozen microbes, feeding on her voluptuous body. The hood she had worn to avoid the wind was torn. Her painted eyes were nothing but a spoiled picture made by an immature artist. Lying amidst the dry, dead, brown leaves, she seemed to be an immortal beauty, for, her beauty could only be seen in the middle of ugliness.


"Granny, I got you your medicines. Have them and then go to sleep. The doctor will be here in a while. I'll go and call him. Alright?" She said, covered her head with the hood and walked out. Her red converse matched perfectly with her red hood. Her hazel eyes were bright in the stormy weather. The hair were still the same... loose copper curls. Don't know what happened to her suddenly, she turned back to change her hood. She thought, "Red always invites trouble for me." She started walking towards the house, then stopped. Stood completely still. Slowly, she turned around only to prove her instinct correct!
"We meet again!" A heavy voice welcomed her. He walked towards her very very slowly. With the sound his shoes made by crushing the dry leaves, her heart thumped harder. She felt as if her heart would pop out of her chest.... She licked her lips, to make them moist. She blinked twice a second. She held her hood-jersey closer to her.

"You really think this hood of yours can save you?? You Bitch!!!!!" He screamed and threw the knife at her. It hit right in the middle of her chest. He frowned at her as she collapsed on the ground. She tried taking it out... her nimble fingers glorified with the gore. She could feel the night beginning.

And she lied cold on the ground. Numb. Stiff. Her breath now controlled by a dozen microbes, feeding on her voluptuous body. He walked to her, took the hood, tore it and threw it right beside her. It was the symbol of their love!