She didn’t belong here. But she didn’t deserve what she got either. All she was looking for was a place to stay, to be safe. She was lost, in a neighborhood that wasn’t her own. She pulled up her hood, covering her face, and walked up to the first house she came to. Nervously walking in, not knowing what she would find, friend or foe. Hopefully they didn’t have a gun and shoot first, ask questions later. Nobody was home. She helped herself to some food that was laid out on the table then wandered into the living room, to sit down and wait. There were pictures on the wall. Strange folks, with skin and hair, different from her own. At that moment, a car door slammed. Someone was home. Scared to get caught, not knowing anything about how they would react to someone as suspiciously different as herself, she panicked. Running upstairs, diving into the nearest bed, she listened to the exclamations of discovery, the creaking stairs, footsteps getting nearer. Then confrontation, anger, accusations, protesting her innocence, begging, a loud blast…as feared, no questions were asked.
Trifecta: Week Thirteen: we want you to give us a re-telling of the classic Goldilocks and the Three Bears story. You can change the setting, the characters, and whatever details you wish, but the story should still be recognizable to us. Keep the spirit of the original work, but make it your own. And for once? You have no word limit.