RED RIDING HOOD
Written by
David Leslie Johnson
REVISED FIRST DRAFT
July 16, 2009FADE IN:
EXT. DARK FOREST - NIGHT
FLAMES fill the SCREEN. Then: the gentle voice of an
OLD WOMAN, barely more than a whisper...OLD WOMAN (V.O.)
I am a common woman. I was born
in a common cottage in a common
village. My life would likely be
no different from yours, were it
not for the most uncommon events
that occurred during the winter of
the Year of Our Lord Thirteen
Hundred and Twenty-five. I
learned many things that winter.
About people. About love. But
mainly, I learned about loss.
A MAN tosses a piece of wood into the flames, which turns
out to be a LARGE CAMPFIRE.OLD WOMAN (V.O.)