Rapunzombel
Jill Myles
Prince Charming appeared at the base of the tower and smiled. The beautiful
princess Rapunzel was trapped here, just like the legends said. Perfect. For a
moment, he paused and envisioned how enthusiastic and excited she’d be at the
rescue, and his mouth watered. He’d be willing to bet that she would be very
grateful.
He gave the thick stones a slap with his gloved hand. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
let down your hair. I wish to come up and see you.”
A brief moment of hesitation, and then a long, thick blonde braid spiraled
out of the tower and landed against the wall, the tip of the braid brushing
against the grasses at the base of the tower.
Prince Charming gave the braid a tug, then began to climb, using the braid
as an anchor.
He didn’t get more than a foot or two before a loud, unholy snap echoed in
the silent wood. The braid became loose in his hand, and something heavy
smacked him on the top of his head. He tumbled to the ground and stared in
disgust at Rapunzel’s head, still attached to the now-loose braid.
Charming was no lightweight, you see, and zombies weren’t particularly made
for climbing.