for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where today’s given word is Asinine and the limit, 74 words.
Bend knees, address ball, hit left, mind bunker. ‘Fore’ someone shouts. I can’t even manage one! I’ve lost countless balls, and they are bloody expensive.
As for that asinine pigeon, it shouldn’t have flown so close as I swung the bat or stick whatever it’s called. My mate covered in feathers did look funny though!
Forget two to eighteen. I’m off to the nineteenth for a beer. Dominoes and solitaire in future. Proper sport.