“Two-Minute Tuesdays” are a series of micro-stories written in five minutes or less. Consider them “public practice,” like that guy who shoots free throws in the park. Prompts are supplied at the bottom in case you want to try your own hand at one of them.
Lost Golf Balls (epilogue)
“Did you really have to tell him that?” asked my Stepfather.
“What?” replied mom.
“That I met you while playing that ball on the 13th hole. From your stump in the back yard.”
“It’s true, isn’t it?”
“I know it’s true! I was there!”
“Ted, honey, why are you so upset about this?”
“He’s . . . he’s gonna think I’m a rubbish golfer.”
“Ted,” mom shook her head once, smiling, and pulled him closer on the couch. “Honey, don’t worry. Michael already knows that you’re a rubbish golfer.” And she kissed him on the bridge of his nose.
“Ugh.” I left the room. That was just about enough of that for one evening.
(prompt: Did you really have to tell him(her) that?”)