It’s been a long week of non-stop appointments, hurried lunches and desperately googling relaxation techniques. But today is the weekend, and you decide to go out for a walk.
The sky is a bright periwinkle and the sun dapples gold on the concrete. Clouds mist over the city and a rainbow sparkles, faint in the distance. A familiar dark blue car pulls over next to you and the window rolls down.
“Took us a while to find you. Come on, we’ve got stuff to do.” A wicked grin makes its way onto your face. The real work has just begun.
You get into the car and it pulls away from the sidewalk, inconspicuous, quiet, unnoticeable. The only thing that gives it away is its license plate, with a seemingly rainbow sheen under the sun, with four simple words emblazoned across it - “BE GAY DO CRIMES”.