“There’s a gazebo and a huge garden,” Ed said. “It’s got some trees, but there’s an opening.”
Ed’s golfing partner was mortified. His errant shot went directly toward one of the nicer houses surrounding the course.
Ed continued to console him. “No worries. Just step over the Chrysanthemums. It’s level around that side, so you should have a good lie for your next shot. The wind blows toward the green from there. It’s mostly downhill to the pin, about 120 yards. Easy nine iron.”
The shaken partner smiled when he finally realized something.
Ed’s been there—apparently many times.
This is my contribution to the April 27 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge to "compose a 99-word flash on the theme of showing someone around a property."