The Hell Hole

My twin sister came for a visit to New Hampshire at 30 below, It was even more frigid when the fierce wind would blow. Wearing her leather coat from Georgia, she didn’t have a prayer… If it hadn’t been for a funeral, she never would have been there. She got out of the car on arrival, and let out a squeal, Because of a strange noise she heard that made her reel! She said, “What’s that horrible, creepy sound?” I replied, “It’s just the snow creaking from your feet on the cold ground!” She said, “You have to go back to Georgia and get out of this hell hole!” She was shivering from head to foot…the cold had taken its toll. Later that year in the summer my revenge was oh so sweet! It was 100 degrees in Georgia and she was complaining of the heat. She said, “It is 110 degrees in the shade and I can’t do a thing with my hair.” I said, “You’ve got to get out of that hell hole you have down there.” “It is 75 degrees and beautiful, and my hair looks great!” “You can have the weather in Georgia... this is worth the wait!” 4/14/16 Contest No 220 Any Form or Theme Max of 16 Lines Sponsor: Brian Strand Awarded 9th Place