He lay there on his side, naked, or more accurately, was sitting, naked, strapped with duct tape to a chair that had toppled over. A mallet style putter head was in his mouth and the weight of the shaft forced his head sideways. A Top-Flite golf ball was half visible, like a fried egg in a bunker, lodged in his chest.
First Lines Contest 2019: Stinger Maguire
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