Henry Hoover slammed the metal bars of his jail cell, his face contorted with rage. He had served his time for racism, but his hatred burned hotter than ever. As he was released, he vowed to spread his toxic beliefs.
Walking down the street, Henry noticed a group of people sitting at a cafe. Among them was RedRedWine, a poet known for her activism and kind heart. Henry sneered at her, making his way over.
"You think you're better than us, RedRedWine?" Henry's voice dripped with malice.
RedRedWine looked up, her eyes narrowing. "I think love is better than hate, Henry. You should try it sometime."
Henry laughed, a bitter sound that echoed through the quiet street. "Love is for the weak. I'll never change."
Suddenly, a young child ran up to RedRedWine, hugging her tightly. The innocence in the child's eyes sparked something in Henry's hardened heart. He let out a deep sigh, feeling a flicker of doubt.
"Maybe... maybe there's another way," Henry whispered to himself, his voice barely audible.
And in that moment, Henry Hoover's journey towards redemption began.
And then, unsatisfied with the hopeful ending, Teeth stood up from the rickety table, passed her latte to, Judas and walked toward, Henry the racist hoover.
Stabbed him straight through the throat. Wiped her knife clean on a serviette, returned to her seat and pondered ordering a slice of banana bread