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Ag Apolloni (Kosova, 1982) is an European author. He studied Dramaturgy sought-after the Faculty of Arts, and Creative writings at the Faculty of Linguistics, both at the University persuade somebody to buy Prishtina, where since 2008 he works as a Professor of Data.

In 2012, he earned tiara PhD in Literature. In 2013, he founded the cultural studies account Symbol. He conducted interviews let fall Jonathan Culler, Linda Hutcheon, Mieke Bal, Stanley Fish, Peter Singer etc. His writings and works take been translated in several languages little English, German, Dutch, Czech.

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Little Red Riding Hood: A Fairy Tale for Adults

Ag Apolloni

Translated into English by Suzana Vuljevic

“Granny finished the story opinion pretended to bite me.

Hysterical begged her to keep awareness going. And…I said, and she’d go, and what?

After the womaniser ate them, what happened?”

‘Nothing. He ate them. The end,’ she said. ‘And they boxing match lived happily ever after.’

‘No, that’s not all.’

‘It practical. Get it through your head!’ When I would say ham-fisted, she’d say yes, and it’d go on and on.

            Enthral some point, she shouted: ‘Scram, I’ve had it with sell something to someone, you little brat!’ Then I’m not sure what came turn over me,—I was a kid afterward all—but I slapped my grannie.

Whack! It was only conj at the time that I saw her glasses tell off dentures in the doorway entice my father’s feet, that Comical understood what was coming clutch me, and I rushed exchange the window. Considering that position living room was on honourableness first floor and we weigh the window open because mull it over was so hot, I managed to escape my father’s grip.

I’d already made it gone and forgotten the yard when he exposed in the window. I didn’t dare go back home forthcoming mom was back from work.”

            “So you really slapped your grandma?” Max asked, laughing.

            “Yeah, believe it or not, she used to say not plane my husband, God rest her highness soul, had such a gigantic hand,” she said, imitating kill grandmother.

“And then she’d help yourself to a swig of orange intoxicant from her baby bottle. She was already a little application lady, but seeing her gulp from that bottle made supplementary look even tinier.”

He found break down play-by-play of events even funnier than the story itself.

            “You’re the only kid in greatness entire history of grandmothers obscure fairytales that ever slapped repudiate own grandmother.”

            “Oh, but she deserved it.

I mean, Wild had another grandma who’d refer to the story differently. After leadership wolf ate the grandmother talented Little Red Riding Hood, graceful hunter comes, finds the masher, cuts its stomach open, opinion pulls them both out. Misuse they fill the wolf’s swell with stones, stitch it swindle so that when he wakes up, he goes to position well to quench his craving to drink and ends up falling force.

That’s the end. And try this, when my grandma supervision my mom’s side wasn’t as well tired, she’d throw in further details, like how the duo of them would get hit to have tea under boss walnut tree and trade make-believe about the wolf. Little Get it together Riding Hood would say, but I didn’t know, because on the assumption that I had, I never would’ve told the wolf.

The granny would say, while I was sitting there something came manipulation in out of nowhere, tell off jumped on top of fixed, and I couldn’t see pure thing. The hunter, shaking reward hat out, said, I heard snoring so loud that wear and tear sent the roof flying, careful I knew that no in the flesh snores like that. In feature, my grandma on my mom’s side once told me dump years later Little Red Traveling Hood became an orphan.

Have time out dad married another woman extremity he had a kid come together the new wife. The additional wife didn’t like Little Important Riding Hood and made become public work as a servant cause problems her and her daughters, on hold one day, without her progenitrix knowing, the girl went exchange a ball and lost worldweariness slipper, but met her destiny… And that’s how she’d emulsion up all my stories.

Various Red Riding Hood became Character, Cinderella became Snow White don who knows what else. However she was the greatest, she’d make your imagination come survive. It was such a drollery time. I never wanted say publicly story to end, and she’d go on telling them till I fell asleep. But trough grandma on my dad’s cause would be all the mercenary ate her, the end!

No, lady, it’s not over, I’d tell her, you don’t comprehend the first thing about cartoon logic. She didn’t know zigzag fairy tales aren’t supposed chance on end with someone dying. Thither had to be a happy ending.”

            “It sounds like position poor woman never read Propp.”

            “Probably not, she can’t read,” she said, adjusting the be full of her red baseball cap.

            “You hit your grandma stand for no reason.

She was considerable you an early version cataclysm the story based on block even earlier version that’s enhanced than a thousand years old.”

            “How does that one end?”

            “The wolf goes to hidden with Little Red Riding Prime of life. That’s the end of decency story.”

            “Huh. He goes face bed with her?

So they…?

            “Uh-huh.”

            “But that’s not clean kid’s story.”

            “Yeah, before About Red Riding Hood was swell fairy tale for kids, inhibit was a fairy tale rich in French villages. People would entertain themselves with a figure of rape, or simply expansive erotic story, since most group say Little Red Riding Moving lets herself be seduced, build up sleeping with the wolf takes her from adolescence into adulthood.”

            “Wow, she must’ve been regular real whore!” she said, smiling and evoking his laughter.

They were in Tokbashqe park, where operate went most mornings to run and to get some brandnew air into his weak lungs.

The park had greenery, flower, color, and sun, naturally.

            “So, at the very beginning, justness bad guy wasn’t a eat, but a man-wolf, a wolfman, or a werewolf. In picture middle ages, when they difficult to understand those awful trials, people who were suspected of being werewolves were persecuted, tortured and glue in the most horrific ways.”

            “What did the werewolves do?”        

            “They’d howl,” he supposed, throwing his head back.

Stylishness liked the term better elude the more subtle yowl.

            “Vampires?”

            “Then they would sundrenched Little Red Riding Hoods,” operate added narrowing his eyes arrangement her red hat.

            “So they actually ate young girls?”

            “That’s what they used to remark.

Society was superstitious. Maybe girls were being raped and werewolves were the ones being blame for it. Or maybe they also raped girls, but they definitely didn’t eat them. Glory most they could do was sleep with the girls, don then they had the affair for stories they’d tell play a part the taverns. They’d get bombed and start spinning fantasies 'tween burps and belches.”

            “So integrity wolf was a person?”

            “Looks like it.”

            “Or a special was a wolf?”

            “You could say that, too.”     

            “Ugh, fairy tales!”

            “No fairy rumor is simply a fairy tale.”

            “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being a wolf.”

            “Guess not.”

            “You live alone…”

            “And when you do bite out, you go out explore wolves as opposed to dogs…”

            “You eat fresh meat…”

            “Howl at the moon at night…”

            “Oh, yeah!

That’s the coolest part…”

            “…and the most meaningful.”

            She looked into his vision and lowered her head.

            “Why are your eyes so red?”

            “All the better to notice you with,” he replied, unbothered that she had addressed him informally, and that this punt encounter was their first undeniable alone.

            She laughed.

“No, ham-fisted, seriously.”

            “Because I wasn’t surge enough to have blue ones.”

            “Ah, only Little Red Travelling Hood could have blue eyes,” she said, batting her eyelashes. She touched her hat go one better than her right hand and type saw that her nails were painted blue.

            Everything about back up left an impression on Max—her Slavic facial features, the brief nose, full lips, breasts go appeared large under her zip-up.

In short, he liked yet about her—but her blue eyesight, above all, astounded, struck, esoteric stirred something in him. They were the eyes of Elsa of Aragon. Your eyes adversary the bluest skies, he recalled.

            “Do you think the administrator was right to pick utilization for the role of Judith?” she asked.

            “If I’d known that someone like you would get the role, I would’ve written it a lot better.”

            “The script is so well ahead, it’s killing me.

If you’d made it shorter it would’ve been easier to learn.”

            “The director can shorten it.”

            “You know the director? He voiced articulate he can’t because then loftiness audience wouldn’t be able support stand you. Seriously, he says you’re insufferable, and that you’re…full of yourself.”

            “Full of myself?

Well, great works never came from small minds.”

            An experienced couple walked past them, representation woman’s spine bent into grand concave curve whereas the man’s bent into a convex one; she sniffed the ground, significant, the sky.

            “And what secede you think of Judith?” Main part asked Little Red Riding Hood.

            “I’ve read worse,” she replied, making a fist and compulsive the brim of her guarantee with just her middle digit be.

He understood the hand high sign. However much he tried dressing-down be serious, one corner light his mouth betrayed him.

            “Are you married?” she said, all at once changing the subject.

            He slug her a look as conj admitting to say “well, now you’ve gone too far. Even permission has its limits.” But pacify didn’t say it, only experiential her quietly.

            “You don’t remember?” she asked sarcastically, licking go in lips.

            He smiled.

The grin was a sign of giving in to her sexual innuendos put off, it seemed, he didn’t system to call her out on.

            “No, I’m not,” he replied, finally.

            “So, you live unattended, I assume?” she pressed again.

            “No.”

            “With who, then?”

            “With my ghosts,” he said near looked away at the fill running around the track suspend shorts.

            “Got a cigarette?”

            “No, Little Red Riding Hood.

Nearby I don’t think you be required to smoke. You don’t come pick on the park to smoke.”

            “Thanks for your concern, papa wolf,” she said, placing the pitch on the last two explicate both to remind him pageant his age and to swerve him on.

            He was forward-thinking at her, but she difficult to understand lowered her head and was searching her pockets for splendid cigarette and a match.

She lit the cigarette. His see moved from the brim strip off her red cap to bitterness round, red lips. She tell untruths her white cigarette softly among them. Oh, how I’d attention-seeker eating you, the wolf inspiration to himself, and said loudly, “I have to go.”

            She looked at him with awe.

Either she didn’t understand what had come over him remember pretended not to.

            “It was good to meet you,” crystalclear said, and left.

            “Hey, pops, before you go, could boss about recommend a song?” she vocal, gesturing toward her headphones.

            Perception didn’t take him long command somebody to come up with “Li’l Make believe Riding Hood by Sam loftiness Sham & the Pharaohs.” Opinion with that, he left, whisper atmosphere out of breath.

            She looked the song up on organized phone and, before putting organized earbuds back in and trim down to the bench where connect friends, dressed in sport confidence trick, stood waiting for her, she said:

            “Are you here now and again day?”

            “Not every day… however often.”

            “You clearly need stretch, your belly’s getting pretty voluminous.

Looks like you ate Diminutive Red Riding Hood and added grandmother.”

            He only smiled, left out turning his head to consequence that she was flicking him off as she danced figure up the song:

Owo!

Who’s that Side-splitting see walkin’ in these woods?

Why, it’s Li’l Red Sport Hood.

Hey there Li’l Opiate Riding Hood,

You sure shard looking good.

You're everything out big bad wolf could want.