100 word story

There was a saucer on the table with cigarette butts in it. The armchair was in the middle of the room, and the carpet bore a trail left by its castors. Radio Three could be heard in the otherwise silent room, but it was turned right down. The strange odour that she first noticed four days ago had gone, subdued and overtaken by the smell of the cigarettes.

The body hanging from the light fitting no longer revolved as it had when she discovered her husband. She settled into her chair again and held his hand. She opened another beer.