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 that dance above a trembling hand. Carmelita clutches a crystal tumbler, condensation frosting the glass as amber scotch sloshes over melting ice. Her fury is a slow burn internally, mirrored by the searing liquid she forces down her throat. Leaning back, her drunken mind struggles to keep pace with her sluggish body. She glances at the clock: half past ten. Already too intoxicated to drive to the boulangerie, she realizes she hasn't stepped foot outside her Paris apartment in a week. Her existence has become a bleak cycle of breakfast scotch, the flicker of daytime TV, and staring at the ceiling, medicated by the heavy hits of Jack Daniels and Jim Beam. When night falls, she wakes on the sofa, smelling of stale…