Little Red's Story // part 3

But Death didn't come. She was too busy windsurfing off the coast of Fiji. Warm waves lapped at her ankles as the westerly wind picked up. She was heading away from the shore. Away from a civilization that had turned it's most beautiful island into an oppresive zone of native tourist-slavery, rife with fast-food joints and a culture that resembled the utmost psychosis, narcissism and depression.
There are words between the lines
Death smiled. Summer was coming to an end. And what a summer it had been! Between two former presidents, an over-filled orphanage, and a sizeable earthquake off the coast of Sri Lanka, business had been good. Death could finally afford that all-in-one vacation, even after paying back the credit-card loans she had accumulated over the course of eternity.
There are words between the lines
But even Death didn't know what was coming next………………How could she? Afterall, she was not supposed to know that the little red girl would so unthoughtfully act out of character and wittingly jump right into her foe's mouth. Death's ancestral memory alerted her whenever an old fairy tale was being played out, so that she might know when to make an instantaneous appearance on the scene, even if it was merely to add a sense of darkness. No, Death did not always kill her victims, sometimes she just taught them a serious lesson, one that previous red riding girls have all received- the one we all know. On account of Little Red's odd behavior however, no notice jarred Death's skelatles as she turned her back to the beach and continued to walk.
There are words between the lines
Now, little is known about the horrific turn of events that transpire when lessons are "missed" by mankind's most famous fabled folk. Little is known, because this hardly ever happens, but when it does, oh boy. Just imagine, how many tucked in children are doomed to be corrupted by a little red sleuzy that willingly gave into a strange wolf's wide-open invitation! And on the way to Grandma's house, for shame. What if that theiving Goldilocks was accepted by the bears and invited to join their family? Hmph, the Three Little Pigs didn't build their houses out of the same material for a reason.
There are words between the lines
There is a master plan, and when it is violated backwards words go.
There are words between the lines
"I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your gingerbread house down!" cried the wolf to little red
There are words between the lines
But she ate a cookie from her basket labeled "eat me" and shrank into a dwarf and fell asleep through a tiny peep hole for a thousand years…

[author: Lea Lsf and a dash of Danila]