6 iron or 7 iron. He was unsure. At 150 yards, the 7 iron might be a little short and the 6 iron a little long. The pin was in the back left, so the 7 iron seemed like the best idea.
Thwick!
There it went. The ball landed softly on the green twenty feet from the hole. Ryan was pleased. He pick up his bag and started the short stroll to the green. As soon as this happened, the sirens went off. There was severe weather in the area. Ryan was not going to get caught out in the storm. Upon arriving at the green, he picked up his ball and got out his umbrella. He started the long trek back to the clubhouse where his car was located.
“Great. It will take like a good twenty minutes from here,” he said.
The truth was the thirteen was the furthest hole from the course and would be a mile or so walk back. The rain was falling at this point. Not a strong splattering of rain, but enough that warrented the need for the umbrella. The little pitter-patter kept Ryan’s mind at ease. His mind drifted away as we walked the path that he had walked so many times during countless practice rounds. He looked at the course as the rain was falling harder and thought about all the wildlife and waht had existed here before it was used as a recreational ground for him and other fellow golfers.
In fact, he knew exactly what it was. It was the mysterious forrest that had enchanted him as a child. Everyone in school knew that it was haunted and that was why nothing was built on that ground. In Lewiston, the town was named after its founder Fredrick Lewis, but history shows that the town was actually founded by both Fredrick and his best friend Harold Morris. Both wanted the town named after them. The story goes that they both went into the woods looking to solve the dispute, but only Lewis returned. Lewis said Morris left to find a new town and could not handle what happened, but everyone knew the truth. Ever since then, legend has it that Harold has come out to visit those who are alone in the woods.
The golf course was built as a way to preserve the serenity that allows Harold to continue his trolling and the town to use the land for good. The course was named Morris Creek Links to give Morris an offering for allowing them to use his land.
“Ouch. Goddammit!” Ryan said as he hit a rock. He turned down towards the eleventh fairway. He remember his trip to the woods. He came at the age of seven when he ran away from home. He, like everyone else his age, came to the woods as a symbol of protesting the power structure of home. He stayed in a little hut that has been the home of numerous runaways over the years. While there he thought about his life and why his parents never allowed him to do what he wanted.
He remembers vividly sitting there when he saw a little cub. He watched as the mother directed the cub away from the hut and towards the food she had prepare for it. The cub seemed so upset that it was unable to explore the hut. The mother knew, however, that only bad could come from such an endeavour and that the thing the cub needed was food. This made Ryan think that was all his parents wanted for him. They were looking after him even when he didn’t realize it.
As a father now, he now understood that better than anything. However, recently he struggled with trying to understand the best way to give his children everything they needed in order to live a happy life. He wanted them to be happy, healthy, and smart. He gave them all the things he needed to do that. He tried. Although his children thought they were not being given everything they needed or in the way they should get it, he was truly doing what was best.
“I just wish they could have seen that moment that I did. Realize what I realized. It was helped me realize how the world works.”
At this point, he arrived safely to his car and put his clubs and umbrella in the trunk getting his clothes wet getting into his car. On the drove home, he was the only one on the road. He tried to see through the windshield with the rain beating down and the lightning going off around him. It is a short trip home and he made home in five minutes. He arrived home to an empty house, as always.
He did have a voicemail though.
“Governor, this is Tim. The power is out in Tom’s River. The utilities are trying to solve the problem. I will keep you posted on any new news as it breaks. This is a really bad storm. Okay thanks and be safe!”
They are safe. I have given them everything they need to be happy, healthy, and smart he thought.
“I wonder why I never had my own kids,” Ryan said. “Well for now these are just fine.”