100 Word Story

The moon had hardly gone before the three of them were on the common. Each coffee-to-go perched under its respective tree and the Frisbee letting rip. The weather was mild but the wind was serious and accurate hurling required not just a good throw but a rapid understanding of thermals and wind dynamics. Back and forth that disc went while heart rates were ascending and laughter was bursting. Some coffee and then back to the play. She looked at her watch: it was still early. She observed her friends. Why waste a moment of a gorgeous Saturday on planet Earth.