Wow. An amazing 366 words. I have to say, I'm quite pleased with that.
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Lost on the Golf Course
"How am I supposed to find anything in this fog?" he demanded. His glare rose from the ground to his buddy standing a few feet away. "How are you supposed to find anything looking around the golf course?"
"I'm looking for golfers. They really are due to show up any minute. It's probably this fog that's delaying t-off."
"That's not why I brought you!" Brandon yelled, his chest heaving with the effort it took to not hit his friend.
"I'm not the winner who lost his wedding ring on the golf course," Matt drawled.
"Will you just help me? Melissa might be so mad she'd file for divorce."
"And then rob you blind, pirate-style. Except, you know, it would be legal."
Brandon growled and kicked hard at the ground.
"Hey, maybe she'll go easy on you and just sentence you to death by electric chair."
"All right!" Brandon yelled again. "Just help me find that damned ring."
The two men wandered around the seventh hole, searching through perfectly manicured grass for a hint of gold. The fog started to lift, allowing a bit more morning sun to filter through. Soon, the golfer's put off by the blindness of the morning would be making their way toward the two searching men.
Another caw split the misty air. "Uh, Brandon," Matt called. Brandon grunted. "You're going to want to see this."
Brandon followed Matt to a tall oak tree growing just off the green. He looked up in the branches to see a crow perched next to his nest, a golden circlet clutched in his beak.
"I suppose I could climb up there," Matt offered. Brandon was already storming away toward the path. Matt hurried after his friend. "Are you going to ask for a ladder?"
"No," Brandon grumbled. "I'm going to the damn jewelry store."
Matt let Brandon storm ahead, hiding his smile behind Brandon's stiff back.