(Author’s note: Hey, folks! Hoping to be in the clear on things after next week. Spending time focused on my driver’s test. Praying I can pass it correctly. Here’s today’s fictioneers!)
by Miles H. Rost
She let go with all her skill.
Janie Palmieri watched as the disc flew off into the distance. The last hole of the regional disc golf competition, and she could only watch.
The disc continued to sail on the winds. Like a feather, it floated gently upon the light breeze.
As Janie ran down the hill towards the “hole”, the disc fluttered slightly.
The wind changed direction.
Janie could not look. Her eyes huddled into the crook of her elbow, not wanting to see the faltering.
Cheers erupted. Janie looked up.
The disk lay vertical in the “hole”.