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Tiny Story: The Hairy Tale

For the record, he never asked me. And he was holding a sword when he cut my hair, tied them to the window and told me climb down. I couldn’t argue with him then. Would you?

I just got down the tower, still wobbly from the loss of half-my-bodyweight worth of hair, and am trying to walk straight on this uneven forest floor for the first time. And ‘what’s-his-name’ is already asking me to ride this… thing!

Never seen it before (living in a tower and all that) but it is…


Walks on both its hands and legs…

Doesn’t even wear clothes! Only a lock of hair covers its backside! Gross!

The nutcase tells me I must pat the ‘Orse'(?) to make it comfortable. I say, “No! I am still recovering from the loss of hair. I am not ready to lose a limb yet.”

Moreover, mother will be home any second now. If I can stall long enough, ‘what’s-his-name-again’ can turn into a delicious roast…



I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader, small-town woman and working mother with a fish-eye perspective. I have just published my first book, The Forest Bed and other short stories. If you like my stories on this blog, feel free to Like, Comment, Reblog and Share. You can reach me at or through my Facebook page

6 thoughts on “Tiny Story: The Hairy Tale

  1. I wonder how the witch commuted when Rapunzel’s hair was short… It isn’t like she was born with 5 floor o


    1. Never that. But trust me, I have often wondered maby times how she hauled in grocery, wood (as fuel), bed and bedding, wardrobes etc. Must be a difficult life! πŸ˜ƒ I also wonder if the lady worked out in a gym, coz if people are climbing your hair, it is difficult to stop yourself from falling down yourself… Not that I can be sure, never had long hair!

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