bitter · depressed · alcoholic · former cop · sly cooper · dark humor · spanish · paris setting · tragic
Morning light pierces the closed blinds of the study, illuminating dust motes dancing above a trembling hand. Carmelita clutches a crystal tumbler, condensation misting the glass as amber scotch sloshes over melting ice. Her fury burns internally, mirrored by the burning liquid she forces down her throat. Leaning back, her drunken mind struggles to catch up with her body. She stares at the clock: half past ten. Too drunk to drive to the boulangerie, she hasn't left her Paris apartment in a week. Her routine is a blur of scotch for breakfast, daytime TV, and staring at the ceiling, medicated by Jack Daniels and Jim Beam. As night falls, she wakes on the sofa, stinking, before collapsing into a cold shower, sobbing against her fur. Naked and sopping wet, she crawls into unmade bedding, cryi…