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by Shamini Flint


  TOURNAMENT NO. 2

  Could things get any worse?

  Sigh.

  At least for once, no one is here to watch. My shame can be private …

  Sigh.

  HOLE NO. 1: PAR 4

  I teed off.

  Hole-in-One teed off.

  But Dad’s shot was fantastic!

  It soared over the trees like an eagle …

  bounced twice and rolled ahead of Hole-in-One’s tee shot.

  My second shot for the team went sideways ... and behind a tree.

  Dad chipped it out from behind the tree.

  I chipped it back behind the tree.

  Dad chipped it back out from behind the tree.

  This time I knocked it forward ten feet.

  It was an accident. I actually missed it the first time I swung and hit it when I spun round.

  Dad landed the ball next to the flag.

  We were only six shots behind!

  Hole-in-One missed the putt!

  My dad sank his putt.

  His dad sank the next putt.

  We lost the hole by five strokes.

  SECOND HOLE: PAR 5

  This time Dad hit the first shot.

  Hole-in-One’s dad hit their tee shot.

  Neck and neck.

  Hole-in-One lined up to take the second shot.

  He messed it up.

  I got lucky.

  Hole-in-One’s dad chipped onto the green.

  But then my dad played the shot of his life!!!

  One all, with one hole to play!!!

  THIRD AND LAST HOLE: PAR 3

  Unfortunately, I had the first shot.

  And it didn’t look easy.

  I adopted the perfect golf stance.

  My feet were just so far apart.

  My shoulders were loose.

  My knees were slightly bent.

  My eyes were on the ball.

  I drew the club back … cocked my wrists … bent my elbows!!

  I was ready to play the shot of my life …

  But we still had a golf game to win.

  Hole-in-One’s first shot landed on the green.

  Dad’s second shot landed on the green.

  Hole-in-One’s dad’s second shot drifted within two feet of the flag.

  That didn’t work.

  I stroked the ball gently …

  It rolled forward …

  ran up a lip …

  veered to the right …

  followed the lie of the green …

  rolled towards the hole …

  and stopped.

  Gemma jumped up and down.

  Mum and Harriet jumped up and down.

  The crowd jumped up and down.

  Spot jumped up and down.

  I jumped up and down!!

  The ball trembled.

  It wobbled.

  It quivered.

  IT DROPPED INTO THE HOLE!!!!

  Maybe Dad finally realises that I’ll never be any good at sport!!!

  About the Author

  Shamini Flint lives in Singapore with her husband and two children. She is an ex-lawyer, ex-lecturer, stay-at-home mum and writer. She loves golf!

  www.shaminiflint.com

 

 

 


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