I own nothing
Big Ben struck noon. Helga looked to the sky.
"We are almost done. He will let us go home soon. The surprise will be grand." phoebe said to Helga.
" I know. Weird thing is. I actually miss home." Helga said. She went to the base and opened the note.
My love.
My life.
Please don't stab me with a knife.
Time to come home.
And let the questions roam.
"I'd never do that, but here we go." She called the travel agent The next plane wouldn't be until morning. She got to explore. They booked a room. Helga bought tea and t-shirts. A few flags on small sticks. She went to a poetry reading. She got back late, but happy. As the plane bored she smile. What questions will roam?
