A short short

This is a short, standalone scene.

    Since the accident there had been nothing but an endless stream of forms, coming at her in every size and colour. All to be neatly done and filled in triplicate and each needing to be completed before she could even begin to think about the next. She occasionally saw the driver of the other car across the room and felt a flare of satisfaction when she noted he had even more paperwork than she did. It made sense after all. It had been his careless driving that got them into this in the first place. Still, she was getting towards the end now. There wouldn’t be too many more after this. Her eyes locked on the question at the top of her latest form: Cause of death?