END OF THE WEEK
He pulled into the driveway, grabbed his jacket and briefcase off the back seat and unlocked the house.
Slinging his stuff on a kitchen stool, he took off his tie and loosened the top buttons of his shirt. Grabbing a beer from the fridge he moved out to the balcony.
He sat. Stuck his feet on the patio table. And took a long pull of his beer.
Friday beers taste the best.
A “happy” submission from The Universe Speaks.
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