her laugh echoed through the crowded restaurant. Just a simple bartender. Her laugh is what kept her costumers coming back every night. Every night she would greet them each by name as she passed them one by one their usual drinks. She stoped by the end of her courded bat to greet one of her rugulars with his hevy porter. Greating the man was the last clear thought to pass her mind.
A large hand grabed the back of her hair, with one poverfull yank flung her across the floor. She slid in to a counter rattaling the glasses purched on top. A small scream had excaped her lips befor there was silence from the patrons. A scuffling of bar stools soon was brought to a screaching hault ended wiht gasps.
She could hear a deep woice ordering the men to sit back with their beers, as she glansed around first she saw the hand gun, then the face of a man she believed was dead............
In a warm sunfilled meadow laughter filled the air. Daniell and Josaphine laugh, twisting wiled flowers in to long chains to wrap around their necks. Dani and Jo have spent days like this, the snow had finaly melted, and the grass was new and soft under their bear feet.
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