Chapter 12: Hole In One
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"Another day...another painting." Bruno muttered. "Or something like that."
The Painter sat down at his chair, looking at the empty canvas in front of him. It had been empty yesterday, the day before that, and for the four months he had owned this bloody canvas. That night out with Wyatt should have helped, at least giving him some help in breaking this creative block he had. Instead he found himself back at square one; staring at this empty canvas, unsure of what exactly he should paint. And now he had a hangover to deal with, which just added to his frustration.
And well…he damn sure wasn't interested in painting any more moon stuff. No matter how many times it appeared in his dreams. He wasn't gonna give in that easily, no bloody way. It'd take more than a few bad nights sleep to get him to break like that…
The sound of shattering glass quickly followed the shattering of Bruno's train of thought, causing the Painter to whip his head around, trying to find the source of that noise.
"Son of a…" Bruno muttered, his face wrinkling into a tight scowl.
His window had a hole in it, the glass cracked and splintered into looking like spider webs, with bits of glass laying on the floor in front of it. His eyes scanning across his house, he saw something that made his blood boil even more; his blank canvas, with a giant hole in it. The Painter put two and two together, as he looked behind the canvas to see what had caused the damage; a golf ball, worn and greyed from use.
"That goddamn Golfer and his golf balls." Bruno growled, jumping out of his chair. "I'm gonna beat him with that damn golf club."
Bruno grabbed at the ruined canvas and marched towards the door, nearly kicking open the door with his foot. The Painter had one goal in mind; find that Golfer, and give him a piece of his mind.
"Okay well, how was that?" Wyatt inquired.
"Uh, well…" Gunner the Golfer started, rubbing at the back of his neck. "You want my honest opinion here?"
"Of course." Wyatt answered. "How else am I gonna improve?"
"Alright then." Gunner continued. "You need practice, a lot of it."
"Practice, to get good?" Wyatt asked, a smile on his face.
"No, to get to the point where you don't murder someone with that club." Gunner explained with a shake of his head. ""If you keep swinging like that, you'll end up hurting someone... or yourself!"
Wyatt just let out a tired sigh, as he placed a new golf ball onto the ground at his feet. Well, nobody starts out as an expert. He just needed to keep working at it, needed to keep practicing…
"What's got you so interested in learning golf, anyway?" The Golfer inquired. "You didn't seem that interested in it when you rescued me from that hole in the desert."
"The Nurse recommended I take up a hobby, something to keep my mind off of things." The Player explained. "And well, why not try golf? Seems like fun."
"Long as you don't hit anyone, it can be." Gunner muttered to himself.
"Gunner, what the hell?!" A new voice shouted.
The Golfer and the Player whipped their heads over to the source of the shouting, wondering what the hell was going on. They soon saw the source of the commotion; Bruno the Painter making a beeline for the duo, one of his canvases clenched tightly in his paint-stained hands.
"Um, something the matter there Bruno?" Wyatt asked, taking a step back. The Painter really did not look happy, with how red his face looked.
Bruno didn't say anything at first to Wyatt's question. Instead he leaned back and tossed the canvas forward, letting the item spin and fly in the air, until it landed at the feet of Wyatt and Gunner. With it so close, Wyatt could see the issue right away; a small hole was in the middle of the canvas, small enough for a golf ball to have caused it.
"Whoops." Wyatt muttered to himself.
"Whoops? That all you can say, whoops?" Bruno asked, his face starting to turn red. "You know how hard it is to get clean canvases? It'll take the Merchant at least a month to get new stock in!"
"I mean, it was an accident there bud." The Golfer added in. "Can't exactly blame him for an accident."
The Painter whipped his attention from Wyatt to the Golfer, his eyes burrowing a hole right into the golfing fanatic. Wyatt stood there awkwardly, unsure of what exactly to say. Bruno looked way too ticked off to be reasoned with at the moment.
"Don't get involved, Gunner." The Painter grumbled, jabbing a finger into the Golfer's chest. "I spent the last of my gold coins on that canvas."
"And I'm just saying, don't go taking it out on the kid on an accident." Gunner responded calmly. "You're gonna scare him to death if you don't calm down, Bruno."
The Painter's face, once bright red, turned a softer pink as his anger dampened slightly. Bruno looked over at Wyatt, saw the nervous look on the Player's face, and took a deep breath.
"Alright, sorry for blowing my stack." Bruno stated simply. "But c'mon, canvases are expensive. And my last blank one has got a hole in it now."
"I'll pay for a new one." Wyatt answered. "I'm really sorry about what happened, Bruno."
The Painter stood silently for a few moments, before taking off his hat and running a hand through his thinning brown hair.
"Apology accepted, kid." Bruno stated. "Next time though, if you're gonna be practicing your swing? Aim for the Merchant's house."
And the Golfer's Chapter is done and dusted! I hoped all of you enjoyed this, and stick around for the next Chapter of this series.
Love,
The Desert Dancer
