Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Wordy Thursday with
WildWoman: “Un-Fairy Tales”
In 2011, Kerry created a prompt titled Un-Fairy Tales. I love the whole idea of rewriting those old tales and thought you might enjoy it, too. I asked her if it was okay to repeat it. She said yes. Yippee!
So, my toadally awesome friends, choose any fairy tale you wish and re-write it. Give it a better or worse ending, switch it up, make it current, or write a new one of your own. The prompt’s wide open. Have fun!
She was a rebellious, hellion
of a girl. They called her Riding Hood.
Dressed in black-hooded jacket, she rode.
Everywhere. Even to Grandma’s
when coerced. Hood’s mother gave her
baskets of food to take.
Grandma had false teeth floating
in a glass–never put them in. She
smelled like gin, and sweaty socks.
One day Riding Hood set out for Grandma’s
toting a basket. When Grandma opened
the door, she looked poorly, seemed
worn. Even her chin hairs had grown
thorns. A feral scent wafted in air. You
seem out of sorts today, Grandma, said Hood,
placing basket on sideboard. Oh no,
dear, grandma protested, I simply
have an intestinal bug . Come here,
give me a hug. Hood leaned in.
Grandma lunged, displaying a vicious
set of non-false teeth. Hood screamed;
she tried to run. I haven’t been myself in years,
Grandma said. Fear of folks uncovering
the truth. Your wretchedness has coaxed
my wolfness out. Grabbing Hood,
she gobbled her up like a trussed up
turkey. Alas, she would have to buy
new wolf-wear, and vanish once again.