The park. 100 word no repeat competition

                Out screams an unforgiving raging sun, gloriously God like, and the whole country goes bananas. People become moths, drawn to strange enticing lights on beaches, city parks, sidewalks, bowing towards our Mayan master.

              Alpha males whip of their tops, Centaurs, strutting around chicken chested. Young girls cluster in packs, gossiping at light-speed, whispering how ugly that guy looks with his pale farmer"s tan.

                Fat ducks bask beneath covering trees, cooling. A mother watches her child's Spring curiosity, picking up cherry-blossom petals, smiling towards mammy.

                Another fine day again, alone, drunk, wondering where I can eat or sleep tonight.