A Jumble tumble of thoughts, some formed, some half formed, some plain crazy, some speak of hope, some of love,some of nothing, some are a bad word day victim, but these thoughts never ever give up..they just ramble on...
Friday, February 06, 2009
for a 55 word story challenge.
Little Red Riding Hood goes deep into the dark woods where the trees are thick and the sun never shines. She leaves a trail of cake crumbs and laughs. They will be eaten. Then she will truly be lost. She throws off the hood, lies down in the silence and waits. The wolf will come.