She had taken this trail so many times before, she could find her way with little daylight.
Something was different today.
It was darker, for one thing.
And she had this odd sense that she wasn't alone.
With her cape flying behind her, all she could hear was the dead silence of the forest and her own heart pumping in her ears.
For Illustration Friday" Trail. Acrylic and colored pencil on Arches watercolor block.
I had always wanted to try my version of Red Riding Hood.
I think I had better try several more times!