Continuing a scene from my current WIP, The Ashes of Home. On a mission under cover, Shayla has stopped to eat at a remote forestry work canteen and appears to have overstepped an unwritten rule. The best food and prime seating is reserved for local Firenzi workers.
“Oh,” Shayla whispered, “so I guess I’m not supposed to take these either.” She helped herself to two plump barbecued chicken breasts and a generous spoonful of locally-grown green beans.
The girl’s eyes widened in fright.
“What happens next, I wonder?”
“The best you can hope is they just take your rations.” The girl nodded towards the front of the room.
“Rations?” Shayla murmured. “There is no rationing on the work crews.”
“Tell that to the Quartermaster,” her companion muttered.
“I think I will.”