How Alex hated that name, but it followed like a bad smell – Goldilocks, just because he had curly blond hair. Well now he would show them. He had finally left home. He had escaped and was going to make his own way in the world, and what a different world it would be.
The big city felt huge as he traversed the roads, pavements and freeways on his own, especially at this time of night. He had left his parents apartment at midnight, knowing that the whole family would be fast asleep and would regret their teasing when they found him gone in the morning. After all he was eighteen now and had had enough of it all.
Four hours after leaving his bed and wandering the streets with no real destination in mind he was feeling tired. He knew he should have slept more the day before but he had to make a few preparations before leaving. The urban sprawl had lessened by this point and the houses were single level dwellings and more sparse than the huge blocks of flats that he was used to. He decided to see if he could find somewhere to spend the rest of the night before moving on.
Almost all the houses were in darkness, but there was just one where there were lights still on. On the edge of the property there was a small sign that advertised the small cottage as a B&B. It looked like a nice enough place and had a beautiful colourful flag hanging from one of the windows. He decided to chance his luck, knock on the door and ask for a bed for the night.
As he walked up the short pathway he looked in the window, but could see no-one, but it did look homely and welcoming. As he knocked on the door it swung open slightly so he stepped in calling out to see if there was anyone to greet him. No reply came. Dropping his rucksack in the hall he ventured in further.
He guessed that the door to his right led to the kitchen as he could smell some tantalising aromas coming from that direction. As his tummy rumbled he realised it had been a while since he had eaten and that he was in fact just a bit hungry. Pushing the door he stepped into the kitchen. On the table were three covered plates of cakes and cookies. He tried one of the small biscuits from the first plate but found it too salty for his taste. Next he tried one of the little cakes from the second plate but that was way too sweet. Finally he took one of the strange scented brownies from the third plate and found it to taste like heaven on his tongue. He took another and hungrily scoffed it down, wondering what special ingredient made it taste so good.
Having eaten three of the special-tasting brownies he left the kitchen and set off to see if he could find the manager of the B&B or at least someone who could tell him if he could stay the night there. He skipped up the corridor and knocking on the first door he came to opened it after getting no reply. Taking in the room’s surroundings he was slightly taken aback. It wasn’t like any room he’d seen before. The room was decorated in black and shades of gray. The bed was basic and on a metal frame with what looked like a leather bedspread. It felt too cold and slightly alien, although intriguing, to Alex so he pulled the door closed and moved on to the next door.
Knocking at the next door he waited to see if there as any reply and when there wasn’t he pushed the door gently open. This room was way different. It was decorated in reds and had plush fittings. The walls were papered in a red velvety type material, and the bed looked like it was far too deep and soft. Spying a feather boa over the ornate bedhead and another around a full length mirror he then spotted a pair of huge red high heeled shoes. He couldn’t help but giggle and returned to the corridor thinking that it was a very odd kind of B&B.
He was still giggling when he knocked on the next door he came to,although he couldn’t for the life of him remember what had been so funny. Once again he heard no reply, nor could he hear anyone else in the rest of the building as far as he could tell. He pushed the door open and finding a room much more to his liking closed the door behind him. This room was much more to his taste. There was a huge double, or even king size bed in the middle of the room which looked inviting to the tired alex. On the walls were pictures of cowboys and sportsmen. The room was simply decorated and as Alex sat on the bed tiredness overwhelmed him. Lying back he kicked off his shoes and fell asleep.
Sometime later, Alex was wakened by a noise in the corridor. He sat up quickly and grabbed for his shoes as the door opened. Three large men entered and loomed over him. They were all bearded with close-cut hair and they were all smiling down at him.
“Well what do we have here?” one of them boomed out.
“A handsome young twink in a state of disarray on our bed,” one of the others replied winking and rubbing his dark beard.
“By his eyes I would say he’s the one who has helped himself to our moon-cakes,” the third one added.
Although Alex was in possibly one of the strangest situations he had ever found himself in he didn’t feel threatened at all by these men. It was quite the opposite in fact. He felt strangely drawn to them. He liked the way they looked.
“Okay, Blondie, what gives?” the first one asked him.
“I,…I, just….” Alex stammered. “I just wanted somewhere to stay the night.”
“And our bed took your fancy” the second man replied.
“Well,” Alex smiled.
“Well indeed,” the third one said…..
And that ladies and gentlemen is the real story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears.
Thanks to Teri for the prompt to rewrite a fairy tale.
And yes the original ‘Three Bears’ were ‘bachelor bears’ sharing a house – Look it up!