Excellent Just being a good caddie. Do not tell Dad by Kaiku True Story Flash contest entry

Without a sound, I took the golf bag from my shoulder, placed it on the ground next to me, turned, and began tracing my steps back. I hadn't even given my mom notice. In the middle of the fairway, competing in the city golf championship, stood my mom, dumb struck. Tracing every step, being 9 years old playing Sherlock, I headed back to the teeing area where mom had entrusted me with her keepsake. Thank God. There in the longish blades of grass bordering a finely trimmed teeing area, lay what I had been frantically searching for, mom's wedding ring. Author Notes I caddied for my mom often. She was a keen competitor. My mom followed me throughout my golf career as well.

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