Blue Heron Pines Golf Club Reviews Novels & Stories

Members nodded greetings as we passed, and I caught more than a few curious glances. Outside, the pro shop attendant looked up when we entered. "Mr. Carter. Need something?" "Clubs for my wife. Women's set, intermediate." The attendant disappeared into the back room while I examined the rows of equipment lining the walls. Golf shoes, bags, gloves, accessories, I couldn't even name them. "This is an expensive hobby," I observed. "Everything at this club is expensive." Alexander picked up a putter and tested its weight. "That's kind of the point."

Stone had told her when they got there that it was a twenty-one hole with a par of seventy-four golf course, in addition to a practice range and practice greens at about an average of one hundred and sixty acres of land. Bradley told her that about seventy-two percent of the land was a maintained turfgrass. Whatever that meant. She wasn't interested in golf by the way. Stone came to stand in between Sidney and Bradley and said. "This is an A-wedge club." He said to Sidney, raising the club to her. "It is a golf club that is used for shorter and softer shots, and one of the four main types of wedges, which include the pitching wedge, sand wedge, and lob wedge. Some people call it a gap wedge.

Observing every loop and holes to get the real intent behind her question. "Hmmm... Wonderful...!!!" He said. "Do you mean... that... it's going to be just the last time we're going to be together...?" Somira asked, looking so downcasted. Attending to them, a bar attendant came over to meet them with his oval-shaped tray, and on it were the glasses of drinks which the couple seated behind them ordered for. This time, it was a male personnel. He was looking so handsome and dashing in his sky blue coloured shirt, and a pair of black trousers... well tucked in... with his designers' belt neatly placed in packaging. His hair was obviously black, with a little at one end, tinted in yellowish gold

I was already fired up, but now I’m doubly so. With my 7-iron in hand, I ready my ball on the tee. I know the distance is 180 yards. A 5-iron would give me more distance, but I’m more comfortable with the 7. I haven’t played this specific hole in many years, but I know this distance from hitting balls at the range. I know what I can do. I line up the shot and swing. The clubface connects perfectly with the ball. It might be the best swing I’ve ever done. The ball lifts and flies down the fairway, straight and true.

Next to the clothes were golf clubs specially designed for women. Susanne held one gold club and carefully examined it. She chose a red arc-shaped club with a metallic body that gleamed with a fiery red glow under the sunlight. Holding the club, Susanne swung it forcefully. Despite her delicate and beautiful appearance, she gave off a somewhat frightening vibe. Summer felt uneasy watching her, afraid that she might do something to her. Hence, Summer stayed far away from Susanne while the latter was picking out her club. Seeing Summer's terrified look, Susanne smiled and asked, "What's wrong, Summer? Come pick your club too."