Oliver and the Handmade Headcover

He watched it bounce along in the back of the cart, nestled safely in its cover, waiting. His new driver. The one he’d been dreaming about since the day he outgrew his old one. When they finally reached the tee box, he slid off the head cover in one smooth motion. Soft leather, snug fleece lining—it had done its job. Now, it was his turn. One deep breath, one steady swing, and the ball was gone, soaring down the fairway.