The miracle putt made it over the crest, turned at the bottom of the hill and curled into the cup. Ed pumped his fists, looking up at the leaderboard. There he was — leader of the County Senior Golf Tournament after the first hole.
Ed caught Edna’s eye in the crowd as they spotted menacing clouds above. They both knew a rain delay would, ironically, extend Ed’s moment in the sun.
Alas, it was not to be.
The sun suddenly broke through as if the golf gods had awakened and refused to let this farce continue.
Ed finished dead last.
This 99-word story is my contribution to the August 10 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge to "write a story about something or someone that is transient."