Author's not: Not including this note, this chapter is exactly 100 words! Which, I believe, makes it a drabble. So here y'all go. My attempt at writing under a word limit. I'd love any prompt ideas for this, so drop a review or PM me if you have an idea! Criticism and complements are welcome as well!
Disclaimer: My words, their story.
Skooma, she finds, is far more trouble than it's worth. Not only is it highly illegal, she also never drinks the stuff, and as a result, it is rendered useless. She picked a ton up from that big skooma bust a while back, and it has been sitting in her bag for months now, collecting dust. And it's not like she can sell it either. Only a few merchants will buy. After all, not just anyone buys skooma, and although she bends the law on several occasions, she's mostly never broken it. Mostly. So the skooma stays, and collects dust.