Little Red

Down a long and narrow path through the dark and twisted forest stood a cottage. Surrounding the door to this cottage was ivy and black roses. Through the front window next to the door, a little old woman could be seen in her rocking chair. She stared at the blank TV screen as she swung back and forward, back and forward waiting. Waiting for the knock on the door that promised her freedom.
A young girl sauntered into the dark and twisted forest following what she had been taught to do. The name of who she was visiting was tied to the woven basket she held in her hand with a death grip so not to drop the bottle of wine or cake. The girl was known as little red. She got her name from the cloak she wore which was the colour of blood; her face never seen due to the hood that shielded her from the world.

A snap of a branch alerted the huge beast to it's next meal. The girl continued along her way dodging the cracks and missing pieces of the path when the beast leapt in front of her with his teeth baring. "Lunch" he growled stepping closer to the girl yet she did not even flinch. Instead she pulled down her hood and stared into the beast cold black eyes. Fear rose in them as he realized who it was, turning he fled from the path. The girl put her hood back up and continued along the path.
After the long walk little red reached the cottage with the ivy and black roses surrounding the door. Little red knocked on the door and the quiet voice called out "little red please come in". Opening the door she saw the little old woman sitting in the rocking chair waiting patiently. Little red walked to the tiny table that stood next to the chair and placed the basket on it. Taking out the wine she poured it into a glass and handed it to the woman. "Thank you my dear" the woman whispered and downed the wine. Little red then handed the woman the cake. Little red then took down her hood and declared "you're free". The woman looked up at the ceiling and shut her eyes. Forever at peace.

Carrying her basket which held the empty bottle the girl strolled back through the forest when the beast again leapt in front of her. The beast stepped forward into the light and was seen for the first time not a beast but a wolf. "You will be my last meal because then I will be free." The girl only sighed in response, pulled down her hood and stared again into the wolfs eyes "you're free". His eyes slowly lost the light in them and the wolf collapsed on the path in front of her. Little red stepped around the corpse of the wolf after all her job wasn't over. She was the angel of death.