The young woman was lying on her side, clutching a worn teddy bear. On the bedside cabinet were an empty bottle of vodka and two pill trays, their capsules popped.
Carter sighed and left the room.
‘Was she depressed?’ he asked the woman’s tearful flatmate.
‘Yes. No. She just seemed lost most of the time; like she didn’t know what life was for.’
‘I guess most of us don’t know the answer to that.’
‘But we still want to stumble through it; we fear death more than life.’
‘Maybe she’s found peace now?’
‘Or new questions and doubt. Poor, Susie.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.