5 Words: Meringue, Traffic, Flowers, Social, Bill

Bill sat in traffic. He wiped the sticky meringue from the corner of his lip. What an interesting dinner, Bill thought.  The food was delicious as usual but he particularly enjoyed the booze. He wished he had a drink on him. This stopped traffic was brutal. Bill's mind wandered as he looked around. His neighbor was picking his nose. That's just lovely. Bill's eyes refocused beyond the car next to him. He frowned at the sight of a cross and flowers on the side of the highway. Bill had always been a social drinker but he had been hitting the bottle more frequently lately....

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