“Ah, this reminds me so much of Rapunzel’s tower.”
“Who?” Oh, right, he remembers, Rapunzel no longer exist, not since he accidentally brought her to this world a hundred years ago.
He shakes his head, “Oh, nobody, just a friend.”
“Grandpa, how can anyone get to that door?” His grandson points at the door high up in the castle.
“Hmm, I’m not sure. I’d think they use a ladder.” Or hair, he thinks, in Rapunzel’s days.
“Ooh, can we go up and check it out?” He contemplates while his grandson looks up at him with those large green eyes.
“It looks like it’s ruin, son.” He points at the torn down wall. “Look!”
“There’s gotta be a way up there,” his grandson purses his lips and glances around. He really wants to see the view from up there, doesn’t he?
“Maybe there is a way,” he grabs his grandson’s hand and leads him around the castle. “Ah, there,” he says, delightfully, “there’s our way in, through that ticket booth.” Together, they walk over and stand in the queue of four.
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.
How did Grandpa take Rapunzel out of fairy-tale land?
Easy! Through a magic portal and apparently, he was Rapunzel’s prince, if she has a prince, I’m not too familiar with the story. Anyway, it looks like Grandpa rescued Rapunzel from that horrible castle and took her on an adventure.
How did Grandpa be over a century old and still be able take his grandson to the castle?
Time difference between the real world and fairy-tale land.