(prompt: 'crooked' 20/7/2020)

He wasn't really a crook.

He wasn't crooked in the sense of being a regular lawbreaker.

BUT—his dear old Nanna loved him so much. She would do anything for him.

Like nurturing a plant he told her was SO important to him, but it lacked care due to his working hours.

Needed someone to talk to it as well as regular care.

"Tomato plants are like that, you know, Nan."

And she nodded. And nurtured. And wondered, but only questioned once why no little green fruit appeared.

"Tiny cocktail tomatoes, Nan," he said, hugging her.

NOT marijuana plants. NO!