Little Red Writing Hood

Once upon a time, there lived a little girl, in a far away and forgotten place. The little girl lived in a small town, in a small house, with small people. All around the small house, in the small town, in the small place, there were big, BIG trees. The trees were SO big that they made they sky look black even when it was daytime. The sky was black day and night. The sky dripped black and white stripes when the little girl was sleeping. Even when it rained and the trees shaked and hugged her small house with all the small people inside who didn't notice things like she did.

One day the little girl woke up from a nightmare and she opened her big eyes and saw again around her the small people and the small house and the big trees and the black sky with it's white stripes. She wiped red shiny tears from her cheeks and eyeballs and eyelids. She got out of her small bed and walked to the river. She looked up and saw the BIG trees and the black sky with white stripes trickling down to the ground and she heaved a huge sigh. The little girl pushed her hands into the river and she washed her face, her hands, her feet. She washed the blood from her face and the tears from her eyes. She took a deep breath and watched the white stripes bleed and trickle down from the black, black sky. She stood alone in the middle of nothing watching the white stripes flow slowly down...down...down.... from nothing and make a small puddle around her tiny, cold, bare feet.

The little girl looked up again, trying to hold back the red that was staining her eyeballs and making her nose itch. She sniffled and rubbed one tiny cold broken foot againt the other. Cold green grass blades tickled her frozen ankes and bugs crawled up her skin. She shook them off and sniffled and kept looking up. Red beads swelled and dripped, swelled and dripped, freezing into tiny little rubies and falling off her tiny little frozen cheeks and down ....down...down...into the white puddle that kept flowing from the black black sky and pooling around her little tiny frozen broken feet.

The little girl didn't want to go back to the small house with the small people where nobody saw things the way she did. She didn't want to lie down in her small bed and dream big big dreams about small small things anymore. So the little girl did the only thing she COULD do.

The little girl closed her big eyes against the blackess that was all around her, she closed her little ears against the small words wispered in the big trees all around her, she took a single deep deep breath and picked up a long long stick off the ground that was lying abandoned beside her tiny frozen broken bare feet, she held her breath and counted to ten.

This is when the the little girl smiled for the first time in her life. She held her head up and laughed with all her heart, she laughed and laughed and laughed untill her tummy hurt and her breath was gone. She breathed again, and again, and again.

With every breath she moved her little frozen arm, holding on to the long long stick, and it swooshed and dripped and splashed and sprayed and dripped and poured the whiteness of the sky all over the big BIG trees, and the small small houses, and the small small people.

And suddenly the small small place wasn't so small anymore.