When Evan dropped dead in front of his golfing foursome, Frank responded quickly.
With his brand new 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, posted July 2018. It tickled me to write this.
