the damp guillotine

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

the damp guillotine. somewhere in england. lived hannah smith the mother of a lawyer which she owned some money.

Somewhere in England lived Hannah Smith was thinking about Darth Kowalski again. Darth was a grateful lawyer with curvy toes and ugly warts.

Hannah walked over to the window and reflected on her pretty surroundings. She had always loved quiet Truro with its fancy, faint fields. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel jumpy.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a grateful figure of Darth Kowalski.

Hannah gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a loving, smart, beer drinker with spiky toes and moist warts. Her friends saw her as a mushy, many muppet. Once, she had even brought a confused blind person back from the brink of death.

But not even a loving person who had once brought a confused blind person back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Darth had in store today.

The snow flurried like smiling cats, making Hannah happy. Hannah grabbed a damp guillotine that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Hannah stepped outside and Darth came closer, she could see the fluttering glint in his eye.

"Look Hannah," growled Darth, with a predatory glare that reminded Hannah of grateful puppies. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a fight. You owe me 2811 pounds."

Hannah looked back, even more happy and still fingering the damp guillotine. "Darth, I am your mother," she replied.

They looked at each other with stressed feelings, like two flaky, faithful foxes loving at a very articulate funeral, which had trance music playing in the background and two thoughtful uncles running to the beat.

Suddenly, Darth lunged forward and tried to punch Hannah in the face. Quickly, Hannah grabbed the damp guillotine and brought it down on Darth's skull.

Darth's curvy toes trembled and his ugly warts wobbled. He looked happy, his wallet raw like a rough, real record.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Darth Kowalski was dead.

Hannah Smith went back inside and made herself a nice drink of beer.


Submitted: May 21, 2021

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