I may not be doing this one everyday, but immediately had an idea when I saw the photoprompt.
It wouldn’t be long now.
The food lay untouched on the table, the prayerbook by its side.
It was the lesser of two fates.
Her trial was a farce, a foregone conclusion based on circumstantial evidence.
No-one believed her, she had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and would now pay for it with her life.
As the sun rose, she waited for the clatter of the cart on the cobbles to collect her.
A napkin had been pushed under her door, she knew not by whom.
Tucked inside the fold were 2 tablets.
She knew what they were for.
Best to go quietly and gracefully by her own hand than screaming and terrified to the executioner’s block.
She reached for the book and opened it to a well worn page.
‘The Lord is my Shepherd’ she read, taking the pills with several sips of water.
‘I shall not want,
He lays me down in green pastures……………’
She rested her head, allowing her drowsing mind to float to open fields and meadows.
As she drew her last breath, the sun kissed her brow through the slatted window opening, and her lips relaxed into a smile.
Maybe not a mystery on the lines of a whodunit, but this is what came to mind from the prompt and thoughts of the movie Anne of the Thousand Days.