The line stretched for what seemed like hours. Richard and Gretchen were getting impatient as many of the children were.
Gretchen whined, “Mummy, when shall we eat? I am so hungry.” Richard punched her in the arm and called her a baby, but their mother simply smiled in her stoic way.
“Soon, children. We are nearly there.”
The line inched forward until they were at the head. Mother took the children by their arms and handed them to the Major Domo.
“Sir, here is my offering for the feasting.”
Without looking back she left the arena as the children screamed.
This is my offering for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge. A bit darker than my normal, but it felt right for the challenge.