Gemotions

The smell of freshly cut grass filled the air as I walked towards the golf course. The dew-kissed greens glistened, pristine and untouched. I could see the silhouette of Coach Harrison by the first tee. I'd been practicing putting all week, perfecting my stance. Today was the day.

I felt like I was running a race.

The sun beat down on my neck. He raised his hand, gesturing me closer. My mouth felt dry. The bag of clubs on my shoulder felt heavier than it ever had before.