Sunday, February 12th - Late Evening
He'd started drinking shortly after dawn.
Long ago the full moon had brought him joy, Bill remembered that. Remembered laying next to Fleur on a blanket under the light of the moon, making love with only the stars to witness.
He looked down at the empty bottle in his hand and then leaned over to set it on the table next to his recliner. The bottle landed poorly, bounced off several other empties and fell off the table. He heard it shatter on the hard wood floor.
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