‘What a way to go,’ Carter said, staring at the two hands sticking out from under the toppled bookcase and scattered books. ‘Crushed to death by an avalanche of erotica.’
‘Battered into fifty shades of black and blue,’ the pathologist added.
‘Instead of running off into the sunset with Mr Darcy.’
‘I didn’t have you down as a literary type.’
‘I prefer mysteries and this looks like it could be straight out of one. Bookcases don’t just fall down on bookshop assistants.’
‘Just remember what a mess throwing the book at someone makes.’ She handed a paperback to the detective.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.