Ginger Winters

Red

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was a welcome sight for she was lost, thirsty and hungry, and so very cold. It was late December. She should be home, helping prepare the holiday dinner. There would be no feast this year, unless it was she...a feast for the hungry wolf who was surely following her tracks, waiting for her to fall.