LOOSE EYE BALL
It was my lunch hour on a beautiful autumn day, but I did not mind. A bloody towel clutched over a bloody face revealed the need. At seventy-six, John was slim, fit, and active, Following retirement and a heart attack, he determined to take care of himself and have fun at the same time. It was Wisconsin in the summer and Florida in the winter, but mostly it was golf every day. As his wife was otherwise occupied, John challenged Glen to eighteen holes. Approaching the first hole, John drove his ball down the middle of the fairway and then moved to the side. Glen prepared his ball, lifted the club, and swung vigorously. The ball, however, came off the toe of the club, angling hard to the right. At a speed exceeding one hundred miles per hour, it struck John in the left eye. Blood instantly came gushing out as his eyeball dropped into his hand. By the time they…
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