The usual

It wasn’t unusual—couch drooling over Winslet or Gosling after a brunch of excessive mash, meat, and Malbec. Whiling, watching bikers drift—clearly unnecessarily—it was a perfectly normal Thursday.

This is my entry for day 19 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: drift.

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