He’s home. He’s home. Her heart beating horrifically. Her handsome husband. Her head hints “help, help”. He’s home. He hesitates . . . “hi honey”. He’s hungover. Halleluiah.
Homemade ham hock hash. He’s hungry. Hiccupping, he hails “How horrible”. He hurls his helping. His hand hits her head hard. Hits her, hits her, holding her hennah hair. Hurting her. Horror. He’s horny. Horrible hairy hands. Humiliating. Hell.
Handy hammer. Her hope. Hitting, hitting, hitting. He’s horizontal hemorrhaging. Homicide. He’s heavy. Hauling him. Hiding him. Her heart’s happy. Hypnotized.
Helicopters hovering. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmm. Her head’s hazy. Helpful heroes? Hastily heading home. Hitch hiking. Humbly hopeful, however . . .
About the Creator
Cheryl Keller
Born in Chicago, raised in the Pacific Northwest, Washington. I have been living in England since 2005. I go back when I can to see friends and family. I have many good memories. And tragic ones. I love writing and hope get back into this.
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