Rapunzel

Seahorses dance with their mates every morning. What kind of world would this be if humans did that too?

Here’s an excerpt from “Rapunzel,” courtesy of my forthcoming book, Sea Change: stories & splashes by Shé:

Rapunzel rappelled down the tower wall, landed lightly on her feet, and headed west. Her newly shorn hair fluttered in the breeze while she adjusted the bedsheet knapsack higher on her shoulders. A thick coil of the severed plaited locks bounced against her thigh, securely looped through the bone belt. The old life was over, praise be.

Now on Amazon, Shoulds are for Saints: the true life adventures of Suzy Le Speed

—along with Dance First …ask questions later: poems and paintings