A Short Snip It Of Creativity-An Hour To Be Happy

Perry Snow sat very quietly in the corner sipping on his Corona at Logan’s Five Bar, a drinking establishment frequented by local singles in the marshy land. Feeling very weak from a blood drive that got him out of the money the beer was a welcome need to a Friday night meant to chill.

A scream came from the maître d desk when a fair maiden to the bayou area waltzed in looking for her first time into the winner’s circle. “I just steam roll YR,” said the freshman at the Marshland College, “flattened it like a pancake on pavement.”

As three gentlemen took a step and a half back Nina continued her power play, when she spotted the figure at the window, “Corona Perry Snow,”

“Nina,” the bottle neck distanced itself from his lips.

“You look like you donated blood?,”

“I was out of the money and they needed my red in their bank,” Perry Snow explained still coherent, “so why do you want to steam roll YR, you’re not still young and restless?”

“No,” Nina gritted her teeth, “I have not yet had my picture taken in the winner’s circle.”

“You remember what I asked you on prom night?”

Ready to show her fangs Nina replied, “The answer is still, no. And like I said on prom night, go back to sipping your Corona.”

Upon leaving the pub Nina bumped into the proprietor to the place Logan who was returning from the winner’s circle, “Nina, it’s good to see you,” Logan said in a pleasant tone since he took home a nice purse, “I heard you steam roll YR.”

“Yup another year in the books, I am now 25 and still a freshman at Marshland College,” she laughed, “stuck in the swamp and proud of that fact.”

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