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| From NatGeo |
When Evan dropped dead in front of his golfing foursome, Frank responded quickly.
With his brand new golf shoes, he nudged Evan, and turned him over. “Damn!” Frank cursed, “Now I have grass stains. Damn.”
Clem interrupted. “Well, you did insist on a morning tee-off time.”
All looked down at Evan’s still body.
Jack spoke up. “Who will be our fourth?! It isn’t likely Evan will be regenerated anytime soon.”
Frank shook his head. “No help for it. Let’s head back to the clubhouse. We’ll tell the Front Desk about Evan.” He nudged Evan once more with a heavy sigh.
This was a Wednesday Words Post, posts July 2015, and I truly enjoyed writing it.
Hope I don't die around friends like that!
ReplyDeleteAlways be looking over your shoulder.
DeleteSome buddies!
ReplyDeleteLesson learned: pick your friends carefully.
Deletelol they didn't want to play through?
ReplyDeleteI bet if they could snag a fourth golfer, they might have.
DeleteHow lovely to hear that you enjoyed writing it as much as I enjoyed reading it (then and now).
ReplyDeleteSome times having opportunities to write a word limited post is so much fun.
DeleteWow, that's cold.
ReplyDeleteNever take up golfing, unless it is with a bunch of nuns.
DeleteOh how I miss playing golf.
ReplyDelete...the smell of grass, quiet, birds singing...I can see that.
DeleteI'm curious, what manner of creature is Evan that he can be regenerated?
ReplyDeleteHe can't be regenerated, which makes me wonder what manner of creatures are the three other golfers...
DeleteHarsh :)
ReplyDeleteSome golfers are heartless when it comes the game.
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