It's time for Saturday Centus with Jenny Matlock!
PROMPT: "The leaves crunched under my boots until they didn't."
WORD COUNT - Not to exceed 109 (including the prompt)
STYLE OF WRITING - First person
PICTURES - Any additional
The regular restrictions apply: PG, no splitting of the prompt, play nicely and visit the other links, please.
The cabin was still standing. That surprised me a little. I’d expected it'd be broken like me. It was built in the back of beyond so isolated it seemed only we were left on this world.
That fall the first days were romantic and tender.
I soon discovered he was always watching me. Nothing I did was right. Writing in my journal or even sketching pictures of the cabin became a personal insult to him.
When he hit me I was shocked but every day became the same.
The ax was the answer. I did it.
I walked away and the leaves crunched under my boots until they didn’t.
