“If you’re going to take so long to get ready in the morning, I’m going to cut it off,” dad pointed to his shaved head. “Just like mine.”
From behind the closed bedroom door Regina rolled her eyes and continued to brush her long locks with pride.
“Every. Single. Morning.” She muttered into the mirror. She paused the brushing for a moment and rotated her wrist in circles before vigorously untangling and grooming.
Dad paced the corridor looking at his watch.
“Every. Single. Morning!” he complained as he cocked his leg and released a ritualistic thunderbastard that shook the walls.
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This post is based on a photo taken and shared by Sandra Crook – thanks SC! Written as part of Friday Fictioneers as a way to get the creative juices flowing (eeww) as well as feel a part of something (aaww). Read more stories based on the prompt HERE!

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