Tiny little story, triggered by this prompt at Lillie McFerrin Writes.
The thin gold chain felt heavy on her neck, and she had
already unscrewed the hollow pendant which held one dull brown tablet. Footsteps
thundered up the stairs. The pill passed her lips, tasting of rubber as she
placed it gingerly between her molars, hoping - she might not need it, they
might not find her.
A boot thrust into the door of her bedroom, slamming it
open.
She crushed the pill between her teeth.
