away. He figured he had a decent shot.
“Don’t hit it too hard, but don’t hit it too soft either,” Patty said.
“So I gotta Goldilocks it. Hit it just right,” William replied.
He took a breath and tried to steady himself. The sun beat on the back of his neck,
sweat sliding down his forehead.
“I can do this,” he muttered.
“Fore,” someone called in the distance.
“Fore!” Again, louder.
“FORE!”
William glanced up. The sun hit him full in the eyes.
He saw a small black circle flying toward him.
He squinted, trying to see where it would land.
Then everything went black.