Lost in a flood of Bourbon he sinks, he drinks but it seems the flood water levels never go down.
Quite the contrary, he´s now sinking more in them, they pull him down
and he can feel he´s chocking, no air, just despair.
Suddenly a revelations….. swim or die !
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
P.S. I did steal this idea from this man Richard Ankers | The Writings, but compared to his
writings it seems I have a looong and looong way to go. But was fun.
And it really has 50 words!!