The golf ball smashed into the green side and bounced into the gravel. "The LOWEST score in golf wins, not the highest!" Merlin laughed. Arthur rolled his eyes.
"This game is stupid!" He said.
"Only because you're losing!"
"I'm the king merlin! Kings don't lose!"
"Apparently they do at golf!"
Merlin placed the red ball down on the ruffed greenery. He didn't bother to really aim. He knew it wouldn't go well even if he did. It didn't bother him. The mini golf course in haven caravan site didn't even have a windmill! He hit it, as hard as he could.
To the amazement of everyone watching, the ball pinged off of the green edge onto the red octopus of the next hole, bounced off of side, ricocheted off of the sandcastle on this hole and rolled into the hole for Merlins scorecard to act as proof of his hole in one. Merlin stood staring at the hole in amazement. Arthur grunted. "Lucky shot!"
"Would you rather walk down the beach Arthur?"
"No!"
"Up the hill?!"
"No!"
"Rock climbing?"
"No!"
"If we go now we can catch the show with the people in animal costumes! That might be more suitable of someone of your intellect!"
"Shut up merlin!"
Merlin ended up picking up Arthurs blue ball and dropping it into the hole at the end.
Arthur huffed. The ball finally rolled into the final hole. They had only been playing for two and a half hours. He practically threw his gold club at the desk again. Then he grabbed Merlins arm and dragged him away.
"Where are we going?" Merlin asked.
"Up the hill!" Arthur hissed.
It was getting dark. Arthur wanted to keep moving. He didn't particularly like the caravan.
Merlin woke up in a cocoon of his own sweat. Lazily he pulled away but in his half asleep style he forgot it was a hoodie. He panicked a little as he discovered he was trapped. Then he pulled the final part of the hoodie off of his head. A cool breeze swept across his torso. He slammed back down on the mattress and fell asleep instantly.
This moment was so perfect it's almost impossible to describe every detail in the right way to get across how perfect it really was. It was one of those moments that were so…so breath-taking, that you had to experience it, to understand and appreciate how extraordinary it was!
The sea was calm. It was smooth and glossy. It rolled into shore like it was tucking in a sleeping infant. Across the sea, the Cardiff bay lights stretched across the water. The sky was clear and seemed to be purple. Right above them was a constellation. Merlin thought it was the plough although it looked like a saucepan. Around it more bright twinkling stars pierced the veil of darkness. To their left the full moon was bright. It made the hayfields stretching out along beside them to the bright shining dots on the coast line, tint with a silver glow. The same silver glow was rippling reflected in the lapping waves. Beyond the fields there was a large house. It was painted in the magical moonlight to seem almost as if it were a dolls house upon the country hill. Everything was so still and so tranquil. It was almost as if someone had enchanted the perfect moment. For the cherry on the sundae, a silver star darted across the sky. Merlin closed his eyes so tightly his nose wrinkled, and he wished this moment would never end.
Of course all things had to end.
