lowering the chanel baseball cap over her hair, CRIMSON held the iron in her hand resting her palm on top of it. her head swiveled once she heard the sound of the caddy girl asking if anyone wanted drinks, the sun beaming on her golden skin called for something more than a water bottle, ‘ i’ll take two shots. ‘
every year on father’s day, CRIMSON spent it doing one of the things her father loved—golfing. with a personalized chanel camellia set fitted to her figure, sometimes she only came just to show off the pieces her father would make sure she had for the occasion, other times it was because she was just as good at golf as him. eyeing the course and where the flag was set for her to aim, she held the club out to the caddy to replace with another one, ‘ brassle me, please. ‘ taking the club from him, she lined herself up perfectly with the ball. her hips pivoted slowly to mark the swing, once she felt that she had adjusted herself, she swung and watched it glide through the air with a grin on her lips. ‘ perfect, ‘ she and her father announced simultaneously, his arm wrapped around her shoulder rubbing up and down while he beamed from ear to ear, ‘ thatta’ girl, always told you that you should’ve went pro. ‘ rolling her eyes playfully, she offered a smile— one that was real, because he was the only person she didn’t have to fake it with. ‘ daddy, golf is not my speed. singing is, but i’ll consider bringing my little friend out here to whoop both of you. ‘ CRIMSON jested while her father’s retired athlete friends clapped for her, ‘ thank you, thank you! deion, come over here so i can show you how to actually play. ‘ she laughed, playfully sauntering towards the ball she’d struck.
