Little Red.
Oh those first few familiar notes;
melody I had not heard in a long while.
Lifting my head towards the source I was struck by a fairytale that stood the test of time.
It was little red riding hood spinning tunes during the interval.
She had changed quite a bit from the stories I was told as a little child.
The red hood was replaced by a cherry wood coloured pony tail-fringe combo;
gleaming by the minute lights in the distance.
Her basket full of goodies for grandma was traded in for a devilish contraption
which seemed to have her hypnotized into an endless staring competition.
Like a book, but used differently, it sported a black mirror like finish and
emitted dancing lights towards little red which lit up her face.
The darkness of the forest doesn’t scare her any more, yet she still pretends the presence of her sister at arms length.
A pleasant spin on fairytales and familiar surroundings.
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