Fore! (A Slice of Life)
Seventeen holes down, one more hole to go. Only four times I’d embarrassed myself so far. An easy Par 1 hole. Second-to-last place was going to be mine. I approached the hole. It was your average finisher on a mini-golf course. One ramp leading into a tiny hole inside a dragon’s mouth. With the right combination of power and precision, excellent golfers can squeeze between his gapped-teeth and win themselves another round of torture on the house. With the wrong combination, the ball lands in the vault that signifies the end of your $10 mini-golfing spree. Hit the ball already. Don’t break a window. Josh and St. John voice their confidence with jeers. I don’t let it go to my head. I take a deep breath and square my shoulders. I lift my left foot, then my right foot, then my left foot. I am centered. I am in control. I am the pre-accident Tiger Woods of mini-golf. You’ll never take second-to-last place from me. Ashley ...