The Short Game (American Gypsy Novella) by J.L. Fynn

Author:J.L. Fynn [Fynn, J.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-12-12T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

I LINED UP to hit my ball on the last hole. It was the sort of hole where you hit the ball up a huge ramp, and there were multiple holes at the top. The one in the middle was considered a “hole in one” and others were various other scores, like a schizophrenic mix of golf and skeeball.

I kneeled down to figure out the angle my ball would go up the ramp. I had no idea if this would actually help, but it was the sort of thing I’d seen professional golfers do, and I figured that if I was going to lose by ten strokes, I might as well look like a professional while doing it.

“I don’t have all day,” Tracy said lightly.

“You don’t?” I said. “I was hoping you did.”

“Okay, well, I do have all day, but I have more interesting plans for this evening than watching you uselessly strategize your golf swing.”

“Perfection takes patience, Bruiser. Hold your horses.”

“Hold my horses? How old are you? Sixty?”

Didn’t country people say that? Maggie said it all the time. “Slow your roll, then. That better?”

“Perfect.”

After that, I couldn’t concentrate on my shot. I stood up, took aim, and hit it just as I’d planned, but it went wild, not even close to the center “hole-in-one” cup.

I refrained from going Happy Gilmore with my golf club but sulked nonetheless. “That’s impossible.”

“Just watch.” Tracy set up her ball on the far side of the green, licked her finger and held it up to feel for the wind, then wailed on the ball. It flew up the ramp, banked off the far side, bounced a couple of times, and landed in the middle hole.

Tracy dropped her club and started jumping up and down with excitement, her arms pumping in time with her jumps. Lights flashed and a siren wailed. Everyone around us stared, and I felt horribly self-conscious. I knew none of them recognized me and we hadn’t done anything wrong, but still. People staring at me after setting off some sort of alarm was a situation I did my best to avoid.

After a long minute, the manager came out and handed Tracy a coupon for two free games. She smiled and shyly took the coupons mumbling her thanks.

“You do that every time you come here, don’t you?” I said, after the manager had walked away.

“What?”

“Get a hole in one on the last hole. You know some trick or something, right?”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret.”

“Yeah?”

She stood up on her tiptoes, balancing herself with her hands on my shoulders. I leaned forward a little to accommodate her. “I’ve never done that before in my life,” she whispered into my ear. “I honestly thought the thing was rigged.”

She dropped down to her normal height and removed her hands from my shoulders. I couldn’t help but miss her warmth, even though I’d only experienced it for a few short moments.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Well, then this must be your lucky day.”

“It already was,” she said in a tone that made me go a little jelly-kneed.

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