Little Red Riding Hood Romance
Part 1 - Spring
Our small community of Forest Creek was more a collection of widely scattered wooden cabins in the deep of the endless forest, each more or less than a mile apart, than a town. Each home had land for all manner of livestock, cows, sheep, pigs and poultry, and land for growing food. Faint paths that were overgrown with foliage in the summer connected each cabin, and there was one little bridge made from faded pine wood that jumped over the tiny river that divided the town. It was just a trickle of moisture in the hottest months.
Summer was my favourite season, when the sweetest smells were no longer smothered by rain or snow, the smell of grass and flowers, when you could see all the animals of the woods. The timid doe's and their babies would come right up to the house at night; I could see them just on the other side of my glass window, nibbling at the grass that grew greenest that side of the house. It was also good because these were th