Twenty-Sixth

Today, I bring you my submission for Velvet Verbosity's 100 word prompt for the week. The theme of the week was Faded. 

My stories tend to lean toward the darker side. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy.

Suzanna

She took another sip of her whiskey, but decided to down the entire contents of the glass instead. She sighed as the burning sensation slipped down her throat into her belly. She turned away from the bar, slipping a $20 note to the bartender.

As she entered the bathroom, she stumbled, colliding with the automatic towel dispenser. “Fucking shit,” she muttered. She entered the handicap stall at the end of the row. As she lit up the lighter and placed it under the spoon, she sighed. When the syringe pricked her skin, she wondered when her life became so faded.