Ice Blossom

   "Ice Blossom"

   Shelley ventured on, after the Sasquatch scenario, of course, a platinum blonde beauty never betraying herself, not giving an acquiesce due to a self-love, yet transcending soul preservation, though not Vulcan-like, knowing:  "The needs of the empathetic outshine the needs of the wasted collective."  Where the hell was Bones when you needed him, that cranky bastard, so pissed at bus boys and lollygagging servers, especially the waitress who inserts a sewer sour booger in your roasted duck, though the bird was plucked properly.
   Little Rock had a cruel division, proper in the form of a fading America.  A separation of man due to forged history.  Yet when America falls; next, goes Israel--and that seems the insidious attempt, not of James T. Kirk time-traveling to save the mammalian whales.
   Shelley just knew:  She needed a muscle car for this southern-fried rodeo.