She was standing right there, in the wrong place.
Then she was hit. Beat. Hurt.
Even raped.
But not longer Little red riding hood but
a teen with a red hood, bleeding in his nose
for the impact of a police's officier fist,
He was trying to gut some chocolate bars from a vending machine,
in a metro station,
and both were wolf,
and both were dogs,
and the blood was smelled by the others predators,
and the Red Ridding was founded under the bridge, behind the bushes