Little Dead Red
Marie made her voice deep and heavy for the monsters, scary and dark, and Aleta snuggled next to her in horrified delight.
“I’m going to EAT YOU,” she cried as a troll or a wizard or a wolf.
“Don’t eat me all up!” Aleta would shriek.
“Yes, I’m going to eat you all up!” Marie would scream, and then she’d chase her daughter around the house, kicking over her husband’s ash trays and piles of unpaid bills and pieces of her broken dreams. Then they tumbled to the floor together and Happy Marie would smile and whisper that good always won, and clever children outwitted monsters and witches, and she would never, ever, ever let Aleta be eaten all up.
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