The Metal Princess
"No, miss, I won't." Smith replied calmly, "It's far too sunny out there today, and I wouldn't want to risk it driving. We'll have to walk."
"Smith!" Sara exclaimed, "What do you MEAN, it's too sunny? Are you mad?"
"I'll escort you to the bar..."
"I don't think so!" Sara interrupted the poor man. "I'll walk myself, thank you very much."
Sara set off, upset that she hadn't got her own way for once, when a man came up to her, driving a golf cart.
"Hey, little missy," he smiled happily, "Where you walking?"
He had a cheeky grin and a young face.
"The bar. My caddy refused to drive me."
"Aw, I'll give you a lift."
"Really?" Sara searched the man's face for any signs of danger. "OK, then."
"The name's Smith. Harrison Smith."
"Cool." Sara smiled and got into the golf cart.
The man drove them along the golf course, although not with such a smooth ride as Smith the caddy would have done it.
Suddenly...
BLAM.
The golf cart rolled over and over, down the hill, with Sara and Smith screaming and yelling inside the metal cage, being banged about.
The cart skidded along the grass straight into a tall tree, where it then set on fire spectacularly, the wealthy golfers yelping in a mix of exictement and concern.
That's when it all went black.
"Smith!" Sara exclaimed, "What do you MEAN, it's too sunny? Are you mad?"
"I'll escort you to the bar..."
"I don't think so!" Sara interrupted the poor man. "I'll walk myself, thank you very much."
Sara set off, upset that she hadn't got her own way for once, when a man came up to her, driving a golf cart.
"Hey, little missy," he smiled happily, "Where you walking?"
He had a cheeky grin and a young face.
"The bar. My caddy refused to drive me."
"Aw, I'll give you a lift."
"Really?" Sara searched the man's face for any signs of danger. "OK, then."
"The name's Smith. Harrison Smith."
"Cool." Sara smiled and got into the golf cart.
The man drove them along the golf course, although not with such a smooth ride as Smith the caddy would have done it.
Suddenly...
BLAM.
The golf cart rolled over and over, down the hill, with Sara and Smith screaming and yelling inside the metal cage, being banged about.
The cart skidded along the grass straight into a tall tree, where it then set on fire spectacularly, the wealthy golfers yelping in a mix of exictement and concern.
That's when it all went black.