Cassandra knew this was as it had to be. Countless women had walked these narrow, twisting paths to feed a hungry monster and keep chaos at bay. She’d been chosen over others – at the time that was gratifying, but right now it brought little comfort.
Steadily she advanced between towering walls, each corner leading to another. As she approached the end she steeled herself, wishing she wasn’t so tired, so burdened by this task.
At the final turn her heart sank – the checkout queue stretched back out of sight. Dinner would be late again tonight. Dimitri would not be happy.
This is another offering for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers, where writers contribute 100 word stories in response to a weekly prompt photo.