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?
I like that she showed no fear.
I am laughing at the thought that you might be a grandma, Dawn.
Talk about feisty!
🙂
Darkly funny — I love Grandma’s defiant contempt for Little Red Riding Hood.
Thank you, I think Grandma was a gone goose regardless of her attitude!
Granny got taken out! Fun read!
Yep, rather abruptly!
Glad you enjoyed, Russell
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
I am happy that your imagination was stimulated in some small way, Lynn.
Charming, witty, me?
Laughing, thank you for your kind words
Always a pleasure, C
Dark take on the prompt! 🙂
I quite like dark, as a rule!
poor grandma, what did she do or didn’t do to deserve such fate?
She got involved in a fairy tale!
I thought Grandma would fight back, still, it’s nice to see the bad guy win for a change. 🙂
At least she had the last word, Susan!
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!
Laughing.
Feel free to write your own story, Penny!
Well, Gran didn’t sound very nice. Though your protagonist sounds a bit psychopathic…
Laughing.
Perhaps a wee bit…
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.
‘this week’ made me laugh!
Cheers, James
Someone has granny issues. Enjoyed this take on the fairytale.
But not any more!
Problem solved, I think…
Haha yes!
That last line made me chuckle. You’ve certainly dispensed with expectations.
You have a rather dark sense of humour, Sascha.
I like that in a lady!
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
A comment is always preferable to a ‘Like’, sir.
Happy you visited and enjoyed.
I know, I’ll just have to live with the intermittent nature of WordPress
Somehow I detect a little red cape … 😉
Just a variation on a theme, Na’ama!
🙂 yep … I’m not hanging out with her, though, she attracts wolves.
On balance I prefer your version to that of Charles Perrault!
There are myriad versions of le petit chaperon rouge, Keith!
Glad you liked this one.
“Crabbit old Besom.” I like that almost more than the story itself 🙂 Grandma sounds like someone you wouldn’t want to know 🙂
Not a sweetheart, for sure, Linda!
I like the girl with attitude. No wonder the wolf knew to steer well clear.
She’s probably from Maryhill!
The better to kill you with, Grandma. Grisly take, C.E. Red on white.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Grisly is good!
Thank you, m’lady
J’aime beaucoup le dernier mot de Grandma !
Désolé, Corine, je ne sais pas traduire ce mot en français!
Beware of those who seem innocent! Nicely done.
Thanks, Colline, innocence is hard to find nowadays!
The cruelest blow! Well written, though
Cheers, Neel!
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?
‘I pull a long, evil blade from my hunter’s bag.’
I suspect the ol’ woodcutter is already ‘collateral damage’!
Damn! And I was rooting for grandma to be an immortal or a shapeshifter or something
Nah, just a crabbit old besom