LET DOWN YOUR GOLDEN HAIR …

Tower and trees

From the depths of sleep, she heard the voice. Calling. That old, familiar, and utterly unwelcome refrain. She opened one, sleep-filled eye. Noticed it was still dark — not yet dawn, then looked at her clock.

“Four in the damned morning? You’ve got to be KIDDING,” she snarled. To no one in particular, except Perhaps, a self-assured gray tabby who  completely ignored her. Which was de rigueur unless tuna or catnip was involved.

The voice came again.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair,” he called.

“Another #$@%^# prince,” she said under her breath. She arose from her bed in the high tower. Went into the bathroom. Came out with the chamber pot. He was calling again.

“Rapunzel, Ra …” and when the contents of the pot covered his head, he just stopped. Gurgled. Mounted his horse and trotted away.

Rapunzel picked up Perhaps and sighed with pleasure. There would no doubt be another prince on some other night, but at least for this night, no one would further disturb her sleep.

“Good night, sweet prince,” she giggled as she drifted off.

Thursday Photo Prompt – Sue Vincent

Author: Marilyn Armstrong

Writer, photography, blogger. Previously, technical writer. I am retired and delighted to be so. May I live long and write frequently.

52 thoughts on “LET DOWN YOUR GOLDEN HAIR …”

    1. It’s the blonde ones that are always kissing frogs just in case.., YECCH! Who started that rumor anyway? I suppose letting ones hair down was the prince’s version and way less icky? But I think the “chamber pot” evens the score…..

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    2. Not being blond (unless you count white hair with a tinge of yellow as “blond”) I have no idea, but it’s definitely a “thing.” When I was a kid, all princesses were blond, Caucasion, and thin. With pink cheeks and a charming smile. VERY unlike me. I’m sure they were also illiterate. You wouldn’t like any of them. Only a prince could love one of those dummies. I think Ms. Rapunzel has had it with princes and who can blame her?

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    1. He has gotten a bit saggy baggy in the jowls lately hasn’t he. Poor fella, at this rate he’ll make it to King for about twenty minutes. Funny, a long time ago the Queen assured everyone that she was not about to do what Victoria did, and just about outlived all her relatives, clinging to the throne in a deathgrip. Looks like Elizabeth has decided to outlive Charles and hope for better.

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  1. Now this is comedy!! Love it!! (4 am in the morning? The prince had it coming”)
    I’m re-blogging this

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    1. Thank you! Have you noticed that in fairy tales, the prince always arrives “just before dawn”? Which, except in the depths of winter, is around 4 to 4:30 in the morning. I know because when I get up early to shoot a sunrise, that’s inevitably when I need to have boots on the ground. Maybe if princes would hold off for a few hours, they’d get a warmer reception. Just saying 🙂

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