The Tragic Death of a Fairy Tale

As alleys go, it was ordinary. Rain soaked, piles of trash everywhere, dumpsters, some cardboard. The body was gone already, carted away by the coroner’s van, but the chalk outline remained, along with the tattered and blood-soaked cloak.

“What’s the story here?” the detective said, gesturing with his coffee cup.

“Female minor, street name of ‘Red’. Double tap to the head, execution style.”

“Do we think the wolf got her?”

“Not unless he’s started using a Glock recently. We’ll pick him up for questioning anyway.”

The detective took a sip of coffee, and shook his head slowly. “What a waste.”

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Title by: tub
Story by: David

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