Summers Night
Constructive criticism appreciated. *Ktsssk- The Ice cold beer can sounded heavenly as my fingers made quick work of opening it. Leaning back on the coach I sipped the cold one and flicked through the TV channels, ready to dull my senses. It had been an exceptionally hard week at work; well I say it was “hard” but more mentally then physically. I had withdrawn from the forces- after my daughter’s mother left us- so I could take care of my little girl. Since then I had been through lots of...