Joanna laughed. " What if I am?"
For a moment the little boy looked frightened and shirked away from her, probably thinking of witches fairy tales, ugly hags who shoved children into ovens and baked them into pies.
Joanna wrapped him in her arms and for once he let her hold him, let her soothe him with a kiss on the nape of his neck. The little boy smelled like baby lotion and sugar. "No, my darling. Never. You have nothing to fear from me. Now, why don't you go ahead and watch some tv while I finish up everything here."
Jack smiled and headed to the living room. Grabbing the tv remote control from the side table, he comfortably seated himself on the couch and waited for Joanna to bring over the cake that they had just baked. This was going to be perfect afternoon.
This is a continuation free write prompt which turned into a short story novel. Perhaps, not so short anymore; anyhow hope you enjoy it. For previous prompts about the Witches of Farrenmore Heights; scroll below for each link
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