They found her attractive.
A young woman who enjoyed life to the full.
She was fun to be around.
Then they found her more withdrawn.
Something had happened.
But she wouldn't say what it was.
And then they found her.
Alone on the sofa.
With the TV still on.
Three years after she'd died.
Dedicated to the memory of Joyce Vincent, 1965-2003.
I wrote this after watching the documentary about her, "Dreams of a life". It's an utterly tragic story which raises so many questions.
http://dreamsofalife.com/
For those who are interested, you can see the film on Channel 4's website:
http://www.channel4.com/programmes/dreams-of-a-life/4od