Flash Fiction Month 2024, Day 12 “Golly,” said Little Red Riding Hood, who had now been off the path picking flowers for quite some time. “This sure is an uneventful walk to Grandmama’s house.” The woods were silent in response, save for a lone pidgeon Coo-COO-coo-ing in the distance. “Yep.” Little Red Riding Hood swung […]
Published on July 12, 2024 15:15