It was a sunny soporific day but she felt no joy walking into the off-license.
"A bottle of vodka please."
"You should try not to drink so much," advised the shop owner in a concerned voice.
She made her way down the broken street with buildings like shattered teeth and sat on her favourite bench.
She took a long swig from the bottle, hating the taste yet numbing the pain. Memories reached her solemn eyes and tears dripped onto[ the grass as an indifferent butterfly flickered by. Peace had come but at a terrible cost.
"A bottle of vodka please."
"You should try not to drink so much," advised the shop owner in a concerned voice.
She made her way down the broken street with buildings like shattered teeth and sat on her favourite bench.
She took a long swig from the bottle, hating the taste yet numbing the pain. Memories reached her solemn eyes and tears dripped onto[ the grass as an indifferent butterfly flickered by. Peace had come but at a terrible cost.
