TITLE: The Sweet Spot
Kate had a goal. But a goal without a plan is only a wish.
The early morning air was brisk and slightly damp. Bending down to pluck a handful of moist blades, Kate got a whiff of her second favorite smell. The freshly cut grass tickled her nasal passages and she had to stifle a sneeze. Throwing the fistful of grass into the air, the blades fluttered down gently to her left side. She'd have to adjust her swing to account for the breeze.
Kate picked up the graphite shafted golf club. This was the beauty her dad saved to lend out to his best customers hoping they'd be enticed to plunk down $600 for the privilege of owning one just like it.
She screwed up her eyes, glancing up at her target and then back down at the ball in front of her. Swinging the club back, it hung in the air behind her for a split second before she drove it forward. Her heel came off the ground as her body twisted and followed the trajectory of the ball. The ball soared out over the brook in front of the tee box and landed on the gentle hill sloping up toward the first green.
Kate was working. Or, she should have been, anyway. But, since she’d opened the pro-shop two hours earlier, only two single players had paid to play. Looking out over the grassy fairway from her vantage point up on the first tee, one of them was visible on the horizon walking toward the next hole.