Bob tapped in on the 9th green. Level par halfway round.
The children packed off to their grandparents, a romantic weekend ahead with Helen and a quiet round of golf while she finished up at work. This was the life.
As he teed off on the 10th the sunshine faded. Bob looked up. The clear blue sky had filled with ominous clouds.
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‘How was golf?’ Helen asked over their dinner at the expensive hotel. ‘Did you get caught in that downpour?’
Bob sneezed into his plate. ‘I’ll sleep on the sofa.’ He blew his nose into his handkerchief.

Written as part of theย Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more detailsย HERE).ย The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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