Her love for him was fresh and untainted. It was a sunny day with a hill of untouched snow. It was delicate. It was a pretty picture.
Their tracks went back and forth on top of the hill. They hung on to each other for better footing. Neither wanted to upset the fragile allowance beneath them. In time, steps became stomps and walking gave into a run.
On her way down, she felt a hand at her back, not one that offered aid. Her body cleared a path down the hill. The snow hid the branches that tore at her clothes. The slicked grass permitted her no foothold.
She slid. He watched from the top. He was stoic. She relinquished flesh and tears to the tumble. There was no pardon for her. It was inescapable. Every rock, branch, and punch of earth was a recitation of what she already knew; but had to live through to pocket the experience.
Be careful who you climb hills with.
This is so dark. Short, to the point, dark, chilling!
Rebel xox
Well hot damn it will make me think twice about climbing a hill with someone for sure. Great story as always!
Now see here I am writing this story based on a sexy romp in the woods and you go and write this.. ok I willhave to blot this out of my memory before the next chapter lol..
> Be careful who you climb hills with.
A poignant reminder!
The words and accompanying image are wonderfully sharp. I love the dark undercurrents in this piece. Very accomplished writing. Jane xxx
How dark and unsettling.
Hmmm a good rule for a happy life!
Poor Jill. Jack pushed her, huh?! Trust no one! lol
Well done.
Dark and menacing
Mollyxxx
Sharp, quick, direct, awesome
brilliant and potent. each snag and bounce on the earth can be felt. Well done
I actually read this as a metaphor for a failed romance. I like it literally AND metaphorically.
You hit the nail on the head. Thanks so much for reading.
The chilling truth. If it’s not right it can hurt – a lot!!!
~Mia~ xx