So, we're in the middle of a snow storm and I hear this whiny engine going by our house. I look out the window and see a golf cart driving by. Now this isn't unusual except for the fact that they're usually a summer vehicle and not built for winter comfort. But that's not the odd thing. The golf cart is pink! The mind explodes and stories ideas start to flow. Have fun :)
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"The Housing Association was not fucking around."
The pink golf cart makes one wonder. A few summers ago in 100 degree heat, I saw a man walking in downtown Tucson with an overcoat, beanie and ski goggles.
Out here, they say when the sky is pink, it's time to drink.
Isn't funny how the every day can take such weird turns and be the creation point for a great short story?
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