Open-On-Sunday: Round Drabble
It was a lovely morning at the golf course. Roger Wyndham-Pryce had been a member for years. The dew on the grass when the sunlight hit it just right was lovely, and Roger had managed his lowest score in months.
He'd been on his way out for another round when the club's porter approached him with a note. After reading it, Roger forgot about golf and sat down at the bar, ordering double his usual drink. Something had happened in Los Angeles -- actually, to Los Angeles, but nobody was sure what.
Wesley, what the hell have you done wrong now?
He'd been on his way out for another round when the club's porter approached him with a note. After reading it, Roger forgot about golf and sat down at the bar, ordering double his usual drink. Something had happened in Los Angeles -- actually, to Los Angeles, but nobody was sure what.
Wesley, what the hell have you done wrong now?