Rapunzel Retold“Rapunzel, Rapunzel! Let down your hair!” Came my mother’s voice from the ground.Rapunzel Retold2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sighed and threw down my 70 feet of blonde hair. Why on Earth did she not install a door! How did she get up here when I was younger? I felt her climbing up my hair, and, yes, it really hurt. I gave up on screaming out in pain a long time ago.
“Rapunzel! Why haven’t you cleaned up?” She demanded as she stepped up.
I stared at her. A ladder would work as well. “I’m sorry mother. I really didn’t feel like it.” My mother had black hair and baby blue eyes like mine. That was the only way I knew she was my real mother. Our eyes look alike.
“Didn’t feel like it?! Nothing ever get’s done while I’m not here!” She exclaimed.
Stairs would be excellent. “You’re here for like, an hour every day, mother.”
“Yes and that’s long enough to clean the kitchen and make you dinner!” She retorted.