The Crone’s Fairytale

Not all enchantment happens as planned, and romance is not always for the young.  This story was placed first in a Fractured Fairy tale competition. It and others are available in my book of short stories Tales of Imagination. I hope you enjoy it!

The Crone’s Fairytale.

I champed my gums, turnip surprise took some gumming when you are down to your last tooth. Suddenly something crunched, and with some effort I spat it out.

My last tooth. Must be the day for it, my last bra had given up, and I could feel my withered old woman breasts resting contentedly on my knees. I scratched my hairy chin and reached for the scissors.

Again.

Magically growing hair is great in theory, but over the years I had stuffed my mattress, woven new curtains, a bellpull, and my clothes. I was too old to care now and chucked it out of the window.

What did I care, I was still stuck in this damn tower, cursed since babyhood to wait for Prince Charming to climb my wretched hair and break the spell. I had outlived the witch who enchanted me, and she never did say why, curse her bones.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair. How I had dreamed, my young girl dreams of romance, of excitement, then just seeing someone other than the witch and her servitor. Fortunately he still lived, or else I would have starved in this forsaken tower on the edge of the world.

Where did he go, my Prince? Did he vanish in the steamy swamps, eaten by hideous creatures? Get waylaid by werewolves? Beguiled by milkmaids made pretty by proximity, while I languished in my tower? I had a letter once, he was coming, but it too vanished one day, and my hopes with it. I withered with my hopes, and stared at the horizon, while around me my hair grew and grew.

Escape? Yes I tried, but this is a story of magic and enchantment, and escape by females is simply forbidden. I tied my hair around the bed and leapt out of the window, but magically looped around and re entered the tower. I did this for fun a lot after this, sometimes not even tying my hair. I could not escape the tower, and I didn’t escape time either.

No young lass sits here now, waiting with heaving bosom for the Prince to call. A withered crone, in a story with no happy ever after. Where is he? I have long since stopped asking the question, yet tonight as the sea breeze wafts warm through the tower, I yearn as though I am 18 again.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair,” a voice quavers from far below.

I clutch my heart and breathe for a moment, I am a bit old for this now. I hobble over to the window and peer out.

“Yes?” I can’t believe I am still hopeful, after so many times hearing this in my imagination.

I flip out my hair, magically long and plaited again, the long white rope trembles as for the first time in years someone climbed up.

A wizened old man climbed creakily over the window sill.

“What the hell kept you?” I shrieked. I hadn’t thought it would be like this.

“Sorry Princess, your note didn’t mention the 800 other towers and that you were an entire continent away. And my horses kept getting eaten, I had to fight off milkmaids, werewolves… it took longer than I planned. Lucky I saw the pile of hair outside.” He grinned gummily at me, and I noticed the network of scar tissue that traced a map of battles past.

His rheumy old blue eyes held me, and I felt 18 again. He held his hand out, and it suddenly didn’t matter where he had been, he was here now.

We kissed an old people kiss, dry and gummy and smelling of liniment and incontinence. And the enchantment broke, and the magic lifted us up, still kissing, and now it was with fire and passion and youth. My hair swirled, red gold, my waist cinched in, and I could feel the flush of hormones racing through me- through us. A tall dark haired young man held me, laughing.

About Cindy

Cindy Tomamichel is a multi-genre author, with her SMP series Druid’s Portal a time travel action adventure romance set in Roman Britain. Short stories of fantasy, scifi and romance can be found on her website, where she blogs on aspects of world building. The 30 Organizing Tips for Writers provides much needed help for authors trying to navigate social media and build an author platform. Doing NaNo this year? Check out her free book NaNoWriMo Ready. Or pick up a copy of the free Romance Short Stories.

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7 Responses to The Crone’s Fairytale

  1. pamelagibson says:

    This was fun! Thank you for sharing.

  2. viola62 says:

    I love this story! I’m reminded of my own finding love at an older age!

  3. sueberger3 says:

    Wow! I love that thank you it should’ve placed first.

  4. Sally Brandle says:

    A story framed by love, laughter and an HEA. What could be better?

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