Everything felt good. The sun shining on her face, the luminescent green of the course, the happy vibe in her heart.
Everything felt different. Were these the same greens on which she had walked for so many years? Somehow today, it seemed to pulsate with life.
Everything was perfect. There was Sam, cheering her on; just as she had done for so many years. He looked ecstatic.
She thought about the five words that had started it all.
“Why don’t you try it?”
“Seriously? Do girls even play this?”
“Well, my girl does” he had said kissing her.
Flash fiction in response to Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle.
Some reference: http://discgolfreviewer.com/wanted-more-women-disc-golfers/
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