Pick your own adventure.

[Lets play a game.
You choose how the story goes, leave some comments and I will incorporate YOUR radical ideas into the story...]
These were the first three from Raymond:

BUNS
RETORT STAND
AIRFORCE

Sun shining, birds chirping, an elegant swallow duck dives into the nearby raggedy tattered water fountain for a cool refreshment before the heat scorches the bitumen. A nearby toddler throws a tantrum as the mercury rises and the creases on the underside of her thigh accumulates sweat and chafs her pudgy legs, 'Momma I want some buns', she yells. 'Momma, ..I want some buns'! she stammers.

'Damn right you have a lovely rack of buns' sneers a man in a white lab coat, with a premature comb-over.

'You shut that filfhy mouth of yours young fella, or I'll shove that retort stand ..' He scurries off. P* looks at her teary eye companion, and straightens up. 'Cmon honey, let's cool you down'. She picks up her little friend, just as an airforce of metallic dragonflies whiz past her ear, FZZZZ, one snatches her elbow and a spritz of blood empties onto the bitumen. 'Oh, they're back' she mutters, picks up the toddler, and strides over to take cover. She takes cover behind a barber red and white twirl neon, hoping the rhythm of the twirl would distract the flies. A sturdy arm grabs her shoulder....