In this together now - Drabble

“Martha?”

“What?”

“Will you go and get some firewood?” Mary let a couple of moments pass before adding “Please.”

“Get your own bloody firewood.”

Mary gritted her teeth. She needn’t have bothered with that last bit. Trying to be civil with Martha never helped.

“I’d be happy to. But that means you’re getting water. I can’t do both before nightfall.”

“Don’t see why it’s my responsibility.” Martha folded her arms. “Wasn’t my idea to come out here, was it?”

Mary didn’t have time for this.

“Fine,” she said, getting up. “But those demon things attack you tonight? Not my responsibility.”