Through the Deep Woods to Grandmommy’s House We Go

Another rendition of an old tale by AM Colley

There was once a story of a girl who needed to take her grandmother some food.Her mother gave her instructions to take it there, even though there has been an uprise in the attacks on humans by what the locals suspected to be grey wolves.

She knew someone had to get her the supplies and food she needed, so even though she was afraid of the deep woods, she went anyway for the deep love of her grandmother. She trusted in God to get her through the woods unharmed by the grey wolves that stalked thought the thick Oaks.

She walked through the sunlight streaked darkness, and with every crack of a limb from a tiny squirrel, she felt her breath catch in her throat and she had to talk her self down from the ledge of utter FEAR. So she whispered to herself, ” yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil. Thou rod and thy staff art with me. Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. “

Yet, did she Really Believe it? Believe it into existence down deep, believe it?

No, because as she whispered it she could barely breathe. She could hear her heart beating behind her breast, and wondered if there were wolves near by, would they hear it pounding?

Carrying her basket of goodies and supplies for Grandmommy, she contimplated, “could she use it in her defense in some way?”

She was too afraid to look behind her, and to acknowledge what may be lurking. If she acknowledged that she felt it behind her, then she knew it would devour her. So she did not look back.

Finally, she could hear the wind chimes in her grandmommy’s trees tinkling in the breeze. That familiar sound grounded her. She let out a deep breathe and bolted out into a sprint across the remaining trees, and broke through the dim line into the full sunlight. Glory!
She had made it, and never had to use that basket as a weapon.

When she entered her grandmother’s yard, the wind chimes were glimmering in the sunlight, but where was Tom Cat. Hank did not come jumping up on her, but he must have gone off tracking something. Why wasn’t the Mockingbird running through its warning calls in imitation of all the birds of prey it was not?

She went onto the porch and noticed Grandmommy’s coffee cup still sitting half full and cold next to the rocking chair and her shaw laying on the ground, and she felt that catch in her throat and her heart skip a beat.
She shook her head and laughed at fear. How silly she was… “My mind is getting the best of me .. too much Stephen King,” she thought to herself.

She opened the door and called out – ” Graaaandmommyyyy! I’m here!”
Whew- it felt good to yell out.
She could hear puttering and dishes clinking in the kitchen and felt relieved as she rounded the corner of the foyer. Her grandmother was standing at the kitchen sink in her silk robe and house slippers, as usual for 10 in the morning. Grandmommy must have just gotten distracted and forgotten her things on the porch.

She knew she had an overactive imagination, but a little voice in the back of her mind said,”It’s different when you feel it,baby.”
She laughed to herself, and and set the basket down on the table and threw off her crimson cloak to the kitchen chair.

Even as she approached her grandmommy her breathe caught in the back of her throat, her chest cramped a little with every step. “Had she not heard me,” she thought, as she looked for ear buds in Grandmommy’s ear.

Then Grandmommy turned around,
And everything went black.