She looked suspiciously at the white pills I held out to her.

The little white pill was easy to swallow and had to be taken only once a day.

Then, late in the evening, my new friend turned up with a little white pill for each of us.

It would be another 15 hours before his next little white pill.

After a month without the big white pills my patient said he felt a lot better.

Yet here I was taking little white pills to relax myself.

He also gave him two more of the white pills for pain.

If he had not wanted to swallow the white pill, it was certainly for a good reason.

He opened the box, revealing about 50 small white pills.

On the road, they saw him popping small white pills.