She thought he might die of fear on the spot or at least faint, but he didn’t’. Pretty, like her mother? And with that he grabbed Little Red Riding Hood and ate her one bite at a time. “Did you have a good nap sweetheart?” she said. He started. “In fact, I’m gay.”“Grandmother, what big hands you have!”
“You have a wedding ring.”
“Read the news: That’s legal these days.”
“You’re married, but you have a date?”
His face turned red. All that blood imagery: menstruation, womanhood.”
“And red is a warning color. They stopped at a red light. And with that he grabbed Little Red Riding Hood and ate her one bite at a time. She stayed on the path and tried to hurry. “I’m going to visit my grandmother,” the girl said.
