The Hook Of Love

A teardrop of blood dropped from the severed head. A thin wire of blood trailed it, like a baby with an umbilical cord not wanting to be razored off and brought into the cruel world. The hook from which it dropped looked down and smiled a hooked smile.

He was happy. The reason for hook's happiness was the head of a pretty girl that hung on it today. With the almost zen expression on her face, a little bit spoiled by the other end of hook sticking out of the top of her skull, she looked animated, well, almost.

The stale wind that blew in the meat-house fanned a strand from hair of the head and it wrapped itself on the cold steel of the hook. The hook shivered and sighed like a boy on his first date with a girl in a dark theater. The anticipation of things to come sent a shivers of delight up and down his spine like electric yoyos. His molecules spun faster and faster in their orbits as the protons collected their charges together to give the hook some more positive vibes and courage.

He wanted to be as positive about the whole scenario as he could. Whatever guts that had hung on the hook for the past few months, hook tried to remember them all and looked at the pretty blue eyes of the girl, one eye in fact, an empty hole stared back at hook where the other eye was supposed to be.

Finally, he took a deep breath, looked in the single deep blue eye and said, "Hi there, nice weather no?"

The head never replied.

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Now don't say I don't write love stories!

Carrying on the mood :)

Old timers, keep yer pieholes shut :D