100 Words: Slavery

“I want you here early. My daughter has flu.”
Last month had been bad. Incessant coughing had cost her a few days of work and also, valuable wages. Having resolved that she wouldn’t watch her family sleep hungry again, the old maid trudged her way to the mistress’ house.
Maidservants were denied access to the lift. She settled to rest before taking on the five storeys.
A strong wind blew causing her to wheeze again, the tense wrinkles on her face showing surrender to gravity.  The coughing ceased as she closed her eyes, dust particles settling silently across her face.

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