He whispered, “SkyGolf.”
Arthur looked down. He wasn't holding a driver. He was holding a shaft of pure light. skygolf.com login
Panic struck. He called Leo. “The login! It kicked me out! What’s the password?” He whispered, “SkyGolf
On the 18th hole, as he lined up a five-foot birdie putt, the screen flickered. no menus. Just a single
A black screen appeared. No graphics, no menus. Just a single, pulsing cursor next to the word: .
Then, his son, Leo, sent him a package. Inside was a sleek, lightweight visor with a single word etched on the side: SkyGolf .
The visor on his desk lit up. And the screen read: