Friday, 12 November 2010

Who's afraid?






Little Red knocked.
She heard footsteps. The door opened in on a house that smelled like old people.
She scrutinised the figure in the nightie quickly. Small eyes. Small nose. And not a single tooth! It was granny after all.
Her heart sank. When, oh when would it be him?


50-word-fairytale by Lisa Falzon
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