Black clouds, flashes of lightning, a clap of thunder.
Then the skies opened and a torrential downpour followed.
The once energetic crowd screamed and scattered in a desperate hunt for shelter, leaving only two brave souls.
At one end of the courtyard stood Angie in her flamboyant lime green poncho. On the other, Joan in an equally outrageous hot pink number.
Two middle-aged women whose whole identities revolved around supporting this theme park.
Were these two friends? Enemies? It didn’t matter. The romantic tension was palpable.
“Chubby’s Canteen. Ten minutes,” Angie commanded.
“Just try and stop me,” came Joan’s reply.
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