Little Red's Story // part 15

Love.
All you need is

A burning fire. A good book. Something to help you forget that you're dying. DAY BY DAY. Hour by hour. Minute by minute.

But what makes you forget that you are living? Pills, obviously, and Red hasn't been the same since them. Blue ones to tuck her neatly under a moonlit blanket, pink tons of smooth-sailing ships to carry her through the cheery day. The wolf, her grandmama, the doctor, his nurse are a swirl of different flavored jams in a piping hot bowl of mannayia kasha now.

Death caught the last good wave back to shore. The wind had died down. So much for a good vacation, she thought, time to go back to work. The wind sighed, and order was restored.

Suddenly she was in woods, "the woods" to be precise, appearing on Red's front porch, to carry out the business that was rightfully hers.

"You've been having too much fun," she hissed, and Red beamed a smile so whimsical, that for a second, you could believe she was still breathing.

She fell to the dirt.

The wolf smiled, choked on the happiness in his bosom, and collapsed in a heart attack brought on by hyper-tension and a bullet tearing through his heart.

The hunter smiled, stood stock still in his boots, and cackled, "Go home you fools, go home, all of you. Your need a century's worth of brown stains removed from your teeth. And you've bugged me out for too long now."

The sun was setting as he slowly meanedered back home. The rifle hang heavy on his shoulder, and he fumbled for the cell-phone that was vibrating uncontrollably in his pocket.

"Hello?" he said.

"Doctor Plomskey would like to remind you that you have an appointment this coming Tuesday, at 2 o'clock. Please arrive at least 15 mintues early. Have a great day."

"Oh, okay," he mumbled, "but my eyes feel fine!"

"You never know what'll happen tomorrow!"

Take a deep breath. Spit out the gross shit in your throat, and close your eyes. Tomorrow's just a day away. and so is yesterday.

THE END!.........? (sigh)

[author: unknown]