My 55 Flash Fiction Friday has turned into a Sad Saturday Soliloquy.
He snickered at the beer commercial promising drinkability
He would drink yak urine to erase the pain
Flavor was not an issue
Booze was now just a means to an end
But they are correct; it won’t get better than this
He knew he was on a down-hill spiral
like a turd in a Kohler
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