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Walking to the first hole, I notice how his muscles glide under his sweat-soaked shirt. My mind begins wandering, and I’m almost ashamed of the lust-filled thoughts running through my head. But I’m hopeful too, and can’t help myself fantasizing about what could happen after the tournament.
We keep playing, chatting, and laughing until we reach the seventh hole. Although I'm no expert, I’m finally getting the hang of it. I’m hitting the ball straighter and further than before.
I steal a glance in Atlas’s direction. He looks at me with pride and admiration, making my heart skip a beat.
“Come on, Celeste! You’ve got this!” Atlas yells, earning some glances from the other spectators.
I line up and swing. The ball takes off, rolling steadily along the green, and lands with a satisfying ‘thunk’ in the hole. “Yes! You did it, Celeste.”
Atlas gives me a high five, then tosses his golf club into the air like a regular person would throw their cap in celebration.
The golf club soars high in the sky but doesn’t come back down. A glimmer of sunlight reveals the club is hanging on a large oak branch, gently swaying in the breeze.
“Damn it,” he says, staring at the tree.
“Atlas!” It must be at least twenty feet off the ground. “How are we going to get it?”
We exchange concerned glances. “I don’t know if that’s possible. It’s pretty high up,” Atlas replies.
“We have to try,” I insist. “What if someone walks by and a strong gust of wind causes it to fall on their head? We can't leave it there.”
“Statistically speaking, the chance of it happening is low.”
I shoot him a worried look.
“But not impossible,” he admits.
“Thanks, brains,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Let me try something,” Atlas says.
Stepping back, he assesses the distance from the ground to the club suspended in the tree. He pulls out another club from the golf bag, aims, and throws it in the air attempting to dislodge the club stuck in the branches.
“Now you’ve done it,” I exclaim, laughing when the second golf club doesn't return. He doesn't know his own strength.
Atlas chuckles and retrieves a bag of golf balls, which we toss into the air with growing frustration.
Now there are two golf clubs stuck in the tree. We still don’t have the clubs, and now we’ve lost a bunch of balls in the woods.
“I know a way.” His eyes sparkle. He seems eager to show off his strength.
I look at him, skeptical. “Do you?”
He acknowledges with a nod, his unwavering gaze locked onto the tree. Taking a cautious look around to ensure no one's watching, his muscles tense, and I watch in anticipation, wondering what he’ll do next.
With a tremendous burst of energy, causing the ground to tremble beneath him, Atlas shoulder charges the colossal oak's trunk. The branches sway, and both clubs hurtle to the ground.
One golf club lands on its side with a resounding thunk, while the other embeds itself firmly into the soft earth next to the tree's roots, standing tall and upright like the legendary sword, Excalibur.
A grin spreads across my face. “You nailed it.”
****
Our victory celebration is short-lived when we hear a commotion in the distance.
“What are you looking at?”
“Someone's in trouble.”
