Reblogging this brilliant depiction of Red Riding Hood. A fantastic twist on a well-known fairy tale. The first-person point of view is compelling. Invited me to reconsider Red as a Persephone story.

Oaken Scrolls


My mum thinks she knows what I’m doing this afternoon. She’d be right and wrong. I’m AM going to grandma’s cottage but not to visit her. Grandma died weeks ago. I found her lying in her own blood in the dark forest. My wails brought another who comforted me and buried her body in a lovely grove.  He said her death appeared to be caused by some large animal.  All I remember is blood as red as my cloak.

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