Mannion plucked the ball from the cup, kissed it, and held it up for the cheering gallery now swarming in around him to shake his hand and pat him on the back. A pert little redhead pushed her way to the front of the throng.
"Amazing shot," she said. "I didn't think it was possible to blast out of that bunker like that."
Mannion shrugged. "I've played tougher holes," he said.
"I'm sure you have," she said with a suggestive smile. "Maybe you can tell me all about one of them later, after I finish my round."
She held out her hand. He shook it and said, "It's a deal."
She looked at him, amused but also slightly irritated, and put her hand out again.
"My ball?" she said.
He stared at her quizzically.
"I'll need my ball back" she said and almost at the same time he heard his caddy shouting from the trees, "I found it, Mr Mannion! I found it!"
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Oh, this is wonderful. :)
Posted by: Rana | Monday, September 07, 2009 at 02:05 PM
Ow, what a pun -- very "Carry On Golfing" :-) And a lovely Wodehousian twist at the end. (Spellcheck doesn't like "Wodehousian," maybe it wants that second "e" ....)
More redheads, please, pert and otherwise. The Redhead will confirm my predisposition for her sistren. My own Madmennakin will probably have a caption that ends something like, "...as he wonders whether Christina Hendricks is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy and, while biting into a cruller still piquant with steam, answers Yes."
Posted by: El Jefe | Monday, September 07, 2009 at 04:53 PM
"More redheads, please, pert and otherwise."
Heh. How very Mary-Sue-ish of you, El Jefe!
Posted by: Linkmeister | Tuesday, September 08, 2009 at 06:16 PM
Aye, more redheads indeed!
Posted by: Sean Paul Kelley | Tuesday, September 08, 2009 at 07:57 PM