|a good walk wasted|
When Evan dropped dead in front of his golfing foursome, Frank responded quickly.
With his brand new E. Vogel Palmer golf shoes, he nudged Evan, and turned him over. “Damn!” Frank cursed, looking down at the grass around Evan. “Now I have grass stains. Damn.”
Clem interrupted. “Well, you insisted on a morning tee-off time. Wet grass is always brutal then."
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 after we play the next hole. We’ll tell the Front Desk about Evan.” He nudged Evan once more with a heavy sigh.
This is a 2015 re-post with some re-writing. Underlined words are from Wednesday Words, developed by Delores as a way for writers to challenge themselves.
I really love using words that have absolutely no connection to each other.