Rapunzel’s Sister

Unless you’ve been hiding under a rock for the last two hundred years, you’re probably familiar with the Bros. Grimm fairy tale “Rapunzel.” As in most stories of this genre, the damsel in distress is terminally pretty and the hero brutally handsome (i.e. ~ Eagles lyrics to “Life in the Fast Lane”).

What you’re about to learn is the story of Rapunzel’s lesser-known sister, Carlotta—better known as Whollata in fast-lane circles.

If you are new to Friday Flash Fiction, the Fairy Godmother in charge of transposing everyday photos into miracles of literary art is “Magic Wanda” Wisoff-Fields (fastest wand in the Mid-West). To learn how to participate in this weekly exercise in madness, head over to her blog for step-by-step instructions. To read stories by other FFF authors click here.

copyright Janet Webb
copyright Janet Webb

Carlotta stared at her reflection in the mirror and flashed a picket-fence smile. She spun in a tight pirouette, admiring her linebacker figure and scarlet, Brillo-pad hair.

How could fate be so cruel? Poor Rapunzel sported long, beautiful tresses and the body of a centerfold, but only attracted one man.

Carlotta, on the other hand, was overrun with suitors scaling the fire escape of her Upper West Side apartment to sample her pleasures. The lack of air conditioning only fanned the flames of their desire.

“Take my advice,” she told Rapunzel. “Hang something out the window other than your hair.”

 

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26 Comments on “Rapunzel’s Sister

  1. I thought I had the only apartment on the Upper West Side lacking A/C Russell! Or is this the Upper West Side in that alternative universe?

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  2. “linebacker figure and Brillo-pad hair” LOL Russell, where do you get these lines from.
    I was starting to get worried about you; you’re usually one of the first to post for Friday Fictioneers.

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    • They held my nose to the grindstone this week. I was lucky to squeeze a post in at all. Thankfully, Janet supplied a photo that was easy to work with.

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  3. Linebacker figure? She must have borrowed one of her sister’s dresses to hang outside. Look, I’m gonna pass on Carlotta and see if I can get Rapunzel’s number. I think I hear her calling you though, Russell! Go to her, lad!

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    • Too late, Perry. She’s already signed a letter of intent to play for Havertown U. I don’t know if it’s for football or wrestling, but she’s expecting you to be her personal trainer.

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  4. Dear Homer,
    I can only imagine what she’s hanging over the balcony. LOL. Don’t know about the Eagles song but this put me in mind of Jim Croce’s “Roller Derby Queen.” ¡Viva Carlotta!

    Shalom,

    M. Wanda Wisoff-Fields

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  5. Bravo Russell!! Haha! Carlotta knows how to have a good time and doesn’t take herself nearly as seriously as that stick in the mud sis of hers!

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  6. Wicked funny!!!! But I guess that was the whole idea… 😀

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  7. Russell I know we can’t vote and probably shouldn’t, but I have to say I think is my favorite of the week. Carlotta is having alotta fun. i know, that was so bad, but I just couldn’t help writing it!

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