Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, the standard, and the prompt photo.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture below, which this week is supplied by Dale Rogerson.
© Dale Rogerson
Click here to hear the author read his words:
Red Riding Hood
I wave a vague arm towards snow-covered trees.
These are what we call the woods, grandma.
She scowls.
My other arm wafts towards the little house.
And this is a cottage, grandma.
Lips curling, she spits on my foot.
I smile, showing huge, hungry teeth.
I’m a big, bad wolf, grandma.
Pathetic little girl, she snaps back.
I pull a long, evil blade from my hunter’s bag.
This is a knife, grandma.
She stares with utter contempt.
I thrust it deep into her scrawny chest.
This is what we call dead, grandma.
I’m not sure what she says.
Maybe unnnggghhh?
Sound Bite Fiction 
I like that she showed no fear.
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I am laughing at the thought that you might be a grandma, Dawn.
Talk about feisty!
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🙂
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Darkly funny — I love Grandma’s defiant contempt for Little Red Riding Hood.
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Thank you, I think Grandma was a gone goose regardless of her attitude!
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Granny got taken out! Fun read!
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Yep, rather abruptly!
Glad you enjoyed, Russell
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I’m imagining Grandma’s attacker to be a combination of the wolf and Red Riding Hood for some reason. Perhaps that’s what actually happened – Red Riding Hood bumped off Grandma and blamed it on the wolf! Charmingly dark, wittily chilling. Very you
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I am happy that your imagination was stimulated in some small way, Lynn.
Charming, witty, me?
Laughing, thank you for your kind words
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Always a pleasure, C
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Dark take on the prompt! 🙂
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I quite like dark, as a rule!
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poor grandma, what did she do or didn’t do to deserve such fate?
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She got involved in a fairy tale!
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I thought Grandma would fight back, still, it’s nice to see the bad guy win for a change. 🙂
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At least she had the last word, Susan!
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I’m surprised the wolf managed to stick the blade in. Surely a grandma as feisty as that would deflect the blow and karate chop the wolf in the windpipe!
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Laughing.
Feel free to write your own story, Penny!
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Well, Gran didn’t sound very nice. Though your protagonist sounds a bit psychopathic…
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Laughing.
Perhaps a wee bit…
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A rather evil streak this week. Poor Gran. a rather drastic but effect way of culling the aged population – just kidding, give then gin instead.
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‘this week’ made me laugh!
Cheers, James
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Someone has granny issues. Enjoyed this take on the fairytale.
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But not any more!
Problem solved, I think…
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Haha yes!
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That last line made me chuckle. You’ve certainly dispensed with expectations.
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You have a rather dark sense of humour, Sascha.
I like that in a lady!
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for some reason I can’t like anyones posts, I can comment but not like. For the record I do like this piece and what an evil wolf
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A comment is always preferable to a ‘Like’, sir.
Happy you visited and enjoyed.
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I know, I’ll just have to live with the intermittent nature of WordPress
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Somehow I detect a little red cape … 😉
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Just a variation on a theme, Na’ama!
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🙂 yep … I’m not hanging out with her, though, she attracts wolves.
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On balance I prefer your version to that of Charles Perrault!
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There are myriad versions of le petit chaperon rouge, Keith!
Glad you liked this one.
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“Crabbit old Besom.” I like that almost more than the story itself 🙂 Grandma sounds like someone you wouldn’t want to know 🙂
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Not a sweetheart, for sure, Linda!
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I like the girl with attitude. No wonder the wolf knew to steer well clear.
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She’s probably from Maryhill!
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The better to kill you with, Grandma. Grisly take, C.E. Red on white.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Grisly is good!
Thank you, m’lady
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J’aime beaucoup le dernier mot de Grandma !
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Désolé, Corine, je ne sais pas traduire ce mot en français!
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Beware of those who seem innocent! Nicely done.
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Thanks, Colline, innocence is hard to find nowadays!
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The cruelest blow! Well written, though
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Cheers, Neel!
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Red Riding Hood story with a serious twist. Wolf comes dressed as Red Riding Hood, rather than pretending to be grandma!
Where’s the woodcutter who saved grandma?
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‘I pull a long, evil blade from my hunter’s bag.’
I suspect the ol’ woodcutter is already ‘collateral damage’!
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Damn! And I was rooting for grandma to be an immortal or a shapeshifter or something
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Nah, just a crabbit old besom
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