#a.adrian

     “People say you make your own luck. I say you build your own path, but your luck? That’s for God to look after. And some have more luck than others. Some have to work twice as hard to build their path and that’s alright with me. Hard work is what makes a man worthy of his luck.”

rough fingers set upon hard wood, pine smell lingering on imprints; cold beer sweating in a glass against the suffocating summer evening air; careful hold of small digits, tender pats against top of head; steely gaze aiming, steady finger on trigger; guitar lamenting, songs about broken hearts and crooked smiles; coffee tasting kisses, passion hidden by stiff posture; grumbled words, syllables stretched, vowels dilated by seductive drawl; smell of gunpowder and feeling of sand brushing against rough cheeks; pats on the back and guttural laughs; rigid fabric sitting against hard muscles, medals glinting against grey atmosphere.