At 6pm, nerves frayed by the braying South African freelancer, I scuttle out of the office wrapped tightly in a red shawl. I call a cheery 'goodbye' to the lovely, Polish receptionist. She jumps and, laughing, tells me 'I thought you were Little Red Riding Hood.''Well,' I giggle, 'Let's hope I don't meet the Big Bad Wolf on the way home.'
'Oooh, Puss, you're so naughty!' she exclaims in a sing-song voice, and we're both still laughing as I hit the pavement.
4 comments:
*LOVE* that print!
I am now thinking Angela Carter's 'The Company of Wolves' reset upon a commuter train.
Every time I go out, I hope to meet wolves because for many years I lived with a gray wolf named Baby, aka Bigbad, who was a real pussycat. Perhaps a red cape is needed.
You could do worse than meet a wolf!
I've seen your comments in various places and finally made it over here. I love the little vignettes you post. They make longer ones seem quite superfluous.
I too love the print.
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