Her golden shoes covered with lace were
slowly walking on the fresh grass. The setting sun was shyly shining her short
hair. The girl was walking carefully through the brambles, didn’t wanting to unwind
her red silk dress. Her name was Sue, an eight years old child.
Suddenly, the brambles disappeared
and a three meters wolf has grown from the ground. Immediately, she started to
run, not looking back, only forward. Sue was like the Little Red Riding Hood,
only without the hood and the basket. She was not going to her grandmother, no,
but the truth is that she had no idea where she was going.
After some moments the girl
hindered and fell into a precipice. She fainted, but she never fell on the
ground. She was carried like a feather by the wind, like she was flying. The
wind carried her into a desert. She was slowly let down on the sand.
When Sue woke up she was in the
middle of the infinite sand ocean. She looked around, a bit worried about her
situation. The child was alone. She got up, gently getting the dust out from
her dress and looked at the sky. That wasn’t a sky; it was a giant mirror, very
close to the ground. The girl could see clear her reflection.
She then touched the glass. It got upper and upper until it disappeared.
Now it was a normal blue sky. Close after that a hard wind started to blow and
then it transformed into a storm. The sand was blown, revealing a metallic
floor.
It started to rain, the floor being
like a little pool. Sooner, the water was higher than four meters and continued
to grow. Sadly, Sue didn’t know to swim.
She tried to remain as long as
possible at the surface, but she couldn’t. Again, she felt like a feather, but
this time a lead one. She could see nothing but dark. She knew she mustn’t
breath, but she couldn’t resist any longer.
Sue finally gasped and inhaled the
water. She felt herself sleepy and closed her eyes…
…Only to open them again and to
realize that she was in her room, at her desk. She looked at her homework,
still unfinished. Sue looked at the clock- five minutes past four a.m. That was
going to be a long morning.
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