(#flash fiction)
Peter heard his own voice becoming more hoarse as he continued to shout up at the window of the tower. He had dreamed of this moment for months and was euphoric with excitement. He stopped to catch his breath, took another gulp of air and shouted at the top of his lungs, “RAPUNZEL, RAPUNZEL! LET DOWN YOUR HAIR!!”
The tower window flew inwards and an angry-faced Rapunzel leant out-sans hair.
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Little to be known, she had
just been
to hairdresser,
the night before
an
trimmed her
golden locks….
lol
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