‘Rapunzel, Rapunzel, throw down your hair’Rapunzel sighed, gave one last look at ‘Mr Honest, True and never hurt you’profile and went to the window. Without thinking she opened her window and let down her hair.A gentle tug turned into a snatch and when Rapunzel actually looked atwho was climbing she saw an old Ninja Mutant Turtle.‘Stop! You are not Donatello. Who are you?’The old man stopped and looked up, ‘oh I am he Rapunzel, just a few years have gone by since those profile pics. ‘ He began to climb again.Now Rapunzel was not a needy woman but she was fed up of chameleons, she reached behind her and grabbed a pair of scissors from her sewing basket. Taking a deep breath she sliced off her hair releasing Donatello into the
pyracantha below.Pulling the double glazed window to, she sighed, turned to the mirror, funked up her new short hair and went back to see if she could find her leading man amongst the players.
thoughts, ideas and experiences written from a quirky angle and sometimes experience. Tales created from conversations; pieces inspired by contacts on dating sites; ideas found under rolling stones and on the back of postage stamps.
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Wednesday, 21 August 2013
A date with a masked crusader
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