Little Girls’ Games
by: K.Z. Morano
I’ve always hated Red… always envied her pretty riding hood.
“Come on, let’s play dress-up,” she said.
“Can I be the wolf this time?” I asked.
But I already knew what she was gonna say. “You’re too short to be the Big Bad Wolf.”
I watched jealously as she slipped into the wolf’s luxurious fur.
Must be like being embraced by fluffy black clouds…
Pouting, I put on granny’s wrinkly though well-preserved skin then hopped into the bed where her corpse had been…
I promised myself that someday, I’m gonna wear that fur, that hood… and maybe my sister, too.