Rapunzel

By Jae Loren

She could be anyone at any place in current time. There are no door-less towers for her, but there are other prisons just as confining. Taught by her dying mother, and living with the promises of a father who never came back, a young girl braids her hair every night so that it can grow.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jae Loren
• Release date: Jun 18, 2012

Jae Loren

Jae Loren is a California-born, Jersey-raised young writer who has been creating words on paper and word processors since she first submitted a story in third grade about a dream jar. She is a self-proclaimed linguaphile and traveler at heart; she loves to incorporate other cultures and languages into her writing wherever possible. Her goal is to write stories in each of her favorite genres, and to pen stories that everyone can enjoy. More excerpts as well as details about her stories and current projects can be found at her blog: http://drabblingwhymzie.wordpress.com

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Rapunzel

By Jae Loren

Rapunzel

By Jae Loren

Copyright 2012 Jae Loren

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Rapunzel

Life had only been kind to her once since the day she was born.

Hours of anticipation preceded the life that was late to come, and a heavy anxiety had enveloped her family. Each second was a torturous experience, an opening for problems or complications.

Collectively the exhale of relief was heard when her voice screeched over the monitors and noise of the delivery room, when her first expression brought a smile to everyone’s face as she was handed to her mother.

But the moment they saw her, the smiles turned to puzzled frowns.

It is so strange. Unfamiliar voices stated.

For as pretty a newborn she was, there was no way she should have had a full head of hair.

From a genetic standpoint, it was considered impossible. Her father lost all his hair by twenty-two, her mother’s thin strands were as fragile as her body; inexpensive volumizing spray stuck limply to their structure, only able to do so much.

Her brother was born as hairless as their father had become; even now, at three, bright blonde hair seemed transparent against his red scalp. He looked at his sister with unveiled