[Begin scene]

Foggy mist rises from a small pond, lit up by the morning sun…

A triangular red flag stirs in the cool breeze waving from a pole just beyond the pond…

A tan, almost white patch of sand can be seen just a handful of yards to the left…

The golfer stands with feet apart, aligned with the target down course, the chosen club still raised in the air…

A little white ball sails through the air towards its destination as bystanders look on, waiting to see where it will land…


[End scene]

(Photo by Coffee @ Pixabay)



Categories: People/Pets, Poetry & Prose

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