"But Mom, I might loose the bid on these killer boots."
"Too bad." Her mother flipped the switch cutting the power to the computer. "Take these things and go visit your Grandmother, now!"
Red pulled her cape on as she eyed the basket of bread, fruit, and cheese. "Fine."
Red loved her Granny but those boots were wicked cool. Granny would have told her to hold out and win that bid. Maybe a short cut through the woods would save her sometime. Granny wouldn't mind Red using her computer, and might even bid on them herself. They did love the same stuff.
Red spotted a darkly dressed stranger leaning against a tree.
A trip through the woods by faydreams, on Flickr
The site of him had her rethinking this short cut.
Red eyes the man by faydreams, on Flickr
With a slow look from the top of her pretty head to the tips of those killer heels all the Wolf could do was whissle.
Wolf whisles by faydreams, on Flickr
