Four golfers wait on the tenth tee, handling their driver grips.
“Ron, how’s your wife?” Aaron asks his partner. “Haven’t talked with her in ages.”
Ron’s silence is fraught. “She wants a divorce. Now the kids’re gone.”
Awkward reticence envelops them.
“Fairway’s clear, good to go,” Dave announces. “Whose honour?”
Gary Thomson, in his aging tetchiness, finds diminishing pleasure in social jock talk.
Yes, ‘in our aged tetchiness’, we find these awkward conversations arising more and more frequently. Feels like Gary picked this conversation up, grabbed a driver and put it far, far down the fairway. Nicely whacked …
Hello Michael
Many thx for the thoughtful ‘gimme’. May you enjoy many future walks in the park, solo or in pleasant company.
gary