My endless summer was nearly over

even though, it had just begun. I was living that summer

over and over.

I wanted to stay there

forever,

but the red sun went down, and I was left with my destiny

in the dark.

Let me explain…

I don’t believe in ambition. I was waiting

for that man in a suit, without any labels

who asked me, “Do you want to play together?”

“What’s your handicap?” I asked.

“I don’t have one,” he said.

“Do you play much golf?”

“Not really. I get out, from time to time.”

I nailed my drive, down the fairway, and he did the same. I put my force behind the ball, while he summoned the wind, on a still day.

I sweat, while he looked like he had inner air-conditioning.

“It’s going to get hot,” I said. “Over 100 degrees.”

“Is that right?”

He was made for summer—he didn’t care about anything.

“What do you do for a living?” I asked.

“I invest in Bitcoin when it’s low, and sell when it’s high.”

It was strange, playing golf with him—I thought I knew him.

“Have we played together?”

“It could be. Do you join groups at random?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Well, there you go.”

It was significant that we had played together, but I didn’t know why.

“What do you do for fun, besides golf?” He asked.

“I read.”

“Not much of a socialite—I take it?”

“Not really.”

“Why?”

“People don’t have anything to say.”

“You haven’t been talking to the right people—we’ll need to change that.”

We finished 9.

“That’s my car,” he said. It was red, like a rocket. “We can go for a drive—later, if you like.”

“What’s your name?”

“D.”

“Just D?”

“Just D.”

“Why do I feel like you can help me?”

“Because you need to choose. This summer is almost gone. You aren’t satisfied, playing golf with me. Your choices become your destiny. Each decision you make, separates you, from your past.”

I shook his hand and got his number. We agreed to have drinks together, in the near future.

The sun was going down, and the sky was full of light. I turned on jazz music. Mosquitoes, were everywhere, dancing, like wild Indians in the warm air, sharpening their tomahawks.

I put my pickup into drive

and rolled down my windows.

My destiny, was right around the corner.

The End