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003 - Killed Club

 The golf club bent from repeated beatings into the once pristine green and sailed from Abby's hands into the crowd of spectators. 

"I'm a nice person, really, and I love the game," Abby insisted, "but when the club disobeys. It has to die."

"If you stuck with damaging clubs and not people," the therapist trailed off. 

"But I didn't mean to."

"Look, expelling aggression is healthy, just not when it impacts the health of others. And your aggressive temperament was increasing exponentially." The therapist clicked her tablet and showed Abby a montage of tantrums, starting with a nine-iron pounded into the ground and ending with a putter soaring, twisting into a crowd of spectators.

"I lost the tournament. I'm banned from the circuit. And if I don't change, I'm going to lose my endorsements,” Abby bemoaned.

"Which is why I suggested the charity game and art project which benefits domestic violence victims," the therapist reiterated. 

 

Abby felt weighted under the measured, judging stares of the spectators while she played poorly. After three bogeys, Abbey was determined to make this last hole par for the course. Her grip tightened around the putter as the ball skirted the hole and again after a second tap. Abby instantly raised the club for a pounding as the crowd drew an audible anticipative breath. They held their gasp as Abby’s club paused mid-descent.

 

Quivering with contained force, Abbey marched past the spectators to the silent auction table and rammed the club across her raised thigh. The bent club was added to her sculpture of killed clubs.

***

Prompts - Character: an art therapist / Material: a golf club

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