Monday, June 4, 2012

Lost on the Golf Course

Wow. An amazing 366 words. I have to say, I'm quite pleased with that.

The story prompt for this flash fiction can be found on this post. Link your story there if you would like to participate.


Lost on the Golf Course

A caw cut through the morning cacophony of birdsong. That off-note tone fit Brandon's mood better than the sweet trill. He swore at the grass, his hand deep in his jacket pockets while he glared at the ground.

"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.


  1. I loved this, such a realistic and fun description of men ;-) keep up the great work!

    1. Thanks. I try to pass my guy stuff past my husband first to make sure it's believable. Of course, with these character's real-life namesakes, I think there would be more swearing and possibly hang-over headaches. ;-)

  2. Nice job! It flows really well--completely believable, which, considering the picture and words that need to be included, is the goal. Well done.

    1. Thank you. :) It's the fewest words I've written for one of these yet. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

  3. Oh too perfect!! Hehee...he'll have to pay a pretty penny to make up for that ring. Sentimentality increases the cost of the ring by ten fold.

    1. Haha, yeah.

      I actually left my wedding ring in a Walmart bathroom once (was washing my hands). I was devastated. I went up to the front desk, begging them to make an announcement even though we all knew it was a lost cause. Then my hero arrived. An employee had found it and was bringing it up to the front.

      Thankfully my husband wouldn't have gotten mad about it, but it is a one of a kind ring - I put the pieces together myself and they weren't being made anymore. I was so thankful to that guy. I do not take off my ring to wash my hands anymore, that's for sure.

  4. Men do get themselves in funny fixes, don't they? Loved this!

  5. Thank you. :) I don't think men get into any more fixes than women. I just think we're better at hiding the evidence.


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