We found this short snippet tucked into an old family Bible that was stored in a battered trunk in the attic. It has been updated to reflect current technology and culture. One winter’s night, Rose Red drove to a nearby town for pizza at one of her favorite restaurants. She parked on a side street, locked her car, and pulled on a heavy wool coat as she walked toward the pizzeria. The streets were nearly deserted. Her breath misted in…
I’ve found another fragment of what I’m beginning to think of as the Rose Red manuscript. As with previous stories, I’ve updated this one to reflect current technology and culture. One bright, sunny afternoon, Rose Red drove to the local grocery store for her weekly shopping trip. List in hand, she strolled through the produce aisle, filling her buggy with a rainbow of vegetables and fruits. In the deli area, she paused beside the display of freshly cooked rotisserie chickens,…
During my quest to go through all my aunt’s papers, I came across another fragment of the Rose Red saga. Interestingly enough, this scrap was part of a bound sheaf of papers, as if at one time it had been part of a book of some kind. I’ve updated some of the technology, but otherwise left the story as it was written. One night, Rose Red took a long drive through the countryside, trying to shake the restless feeling plaguing…
The story of Rose Red has been mangled since its first telling. Here’s how the story really went, as taken from a hand-written account handed down from generation to generation in my family: Once upon a time, there lived a woman named Rose Red. It so happened that Rose Red’s father inherited a house built by his grandfather in a distant realm. Knowing that Rose Red loved history and needed a quiet space in which to work, her father asked…