Conflicted …. by Len

Responding to Reena’s prompt #142 “The genie is not getting back in the bottle“.

I told Jonah to pack some clothes in a bag as I would be taking care of him now , at least till he was grown enough to stand on his own two feet. While he packed I washed his ma, found her prettiest dress and combed her tattered locks, ensuring she looked presentable for the undertakers, I stroked her hair and sighed, mourning the waste of a good soul. I grabbed the bag of clothes and marched Jonah down the dusty path to my shack at the edge of the woods.

I showed him where he would be sleeping, told him to drop the bag on his bed and steered him towards the kitchen chair.

Searching for the scissors, I exclaimed ” We have to do something about that hair, it’s much…

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