My idea is meant to be a development of yours: she's a backpacker in a strange city who feels unwell and finds a late-night pharmacist...
<< I'd been staying open just for her. Well, I didn't know that, but I had.
For days, weeks, my whole life.
She put down her pack by the door. Sweat streaked her shirt. Her cut-offs stuck close to her. It had been a hot evening.
There was no-one else around.
'I feel,' she said at the counter, 'maybe it's just exhaustion but I...'
'Don't worry ma'am,' I said, 'I believe I have just the thing.'
Oh hell but she was pretty. Her white teeth gleamed in the artifical light.
I gazed at her in the camera image, behind the curtain, on my little tv, then I got out the syringe.
I emerged into the light, trying to make my smile seem natural and professional. 'Here,' I said, 'if you would roll up your sleeve.'
'Oh but I thought,' she said, 'some pills maybe...'
'There's a virus going round, 'I said confidently, 'they've just sent round supplies of this, if you'd just roll up your sleeve.'
Oh: and there was only a moment: then she rolled up her sleeve.
I found the vein. My hand was amazingly steady. I slowly pushed it into her bloodstream. I extracted the needle, laid it aside, and gave her a piece of cotton wool for the little puncture-wound.
'You're going to wake up,' I said, 'naked, in a cage. This is heroin. If you want more - just beg me...I'll be in the bed below where the cage is dangling...'>>
I was playing out some of these, but my partners on them have gone silent, so, they're open again.
1. I'm backpacking in a new city...
If these appeal to anyone, let me know.