She checked the items off the list.
One by one by one by one.
She’d learned to not look too far down. Better to not confront endlessness. To not have to face it that today, too, there will not be a moment when the job is done. When she is free.
Only another task.
Mistress claimed she was “indispensable.”
Praise or curse for why she could not get a few days off to see her ailing mother. To rest. To marry.
“We’re your family,” Mistress had said. “We need you. It is a requisite you stay.”
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Challenge: Requisite in 98 words