Perfect (Short Story‪)‬

Dave pulled his club back and, with his usual graceful downswing and follow-through, hit a 260-yard drive down the middle of the fairway. He didn't bother to watch the ball's flight. He obviously either already knew or didn't care where the ball was going to land. It was difficult to tell with Dave. Dave walked off the tee and handed me his driver while the ball was still in the air. Even though this shot looked almost exactly like his previous drives of the day, I still couldn't help but marvel at its beauty. I stood still with the club grasped in my left hand, as I watched the ball's majestic flight and gentle landing in the perfectly manicured fairway grass before quickly stuffing the driver into Dave's bag and scrambling to catch up with my employer and friend of almost ten years who had already started his steady march towards the ball.