The Golf Game
Mick was surrounded by guffaws and knee slaps as soon as he finished his swing and his club made contact with the ball.
Swoosh…thwack.
“That’s your fifth slice in a row, man! Maybe you want a cold beer to go along with it?”
Swoosh…thwack.
Mick grabbed his club, picked up his bag, and walked off the golf course while his former golf partner’s eyeball rolled silently across the green.
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Written in response to this week’s Six Sentence Stories challenge, hosted by Girlie on the Edge. Each week writers are challenged to spin a tale in just six sentences.
This week’s cue is SLICE.
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Y-ouch!
Damn, woman! So succinct. So well done!
LOL Thanks, Denise. Had fun with this one once I got started!
Ew. What a poor sport. Eye did not see that one coming.
Clearly Mick needs to work on his sportsmanship skills.
Ahhh! My kind of story! Excellent 6!
I was going for the unexpected approach. 😀
lol
my head provided the impossible sound effects of the golf ball going into the cup, except it was an actual eyeball. (less treble in the sound)
Fun Six!
I may or may not have done some research for the precise sound of that online. 😀
lol, thanks for the laugh. This was great!
Thanks, Susan. Glad the humor “played through.” 😀