H is for Hush

The hush halted Henry. He’d heard hammering for hours. Hannah had hummed to hide the hideous harangue.

The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch

“How come his high holiness hid the holy hand grenade here?” Hannah asked.

“Howard the horrid hates him and threatened to hit his house with it.”

“Hasn’t Hamish halted Howard’s efforts?”

“Hamish’s health hasn’t held. He has hepatitis.”

“How horrible! Hamish is honest and honorable. I hope he heals.”

Heavy heels hit hard wood. Hannah and Henry hid. It was Howard. Henry heaved a horseshoe at his head. Howard toppled hard. Hannah held him while Henry howled.

His holiness came running, happy. “Hallelujah!”

[A drabble is a story in exactly 100 words]