A prompt with 53 words? I am stunned! Jenny has practically written our vignette for us! I should be glad, though! Less typing for me, and far less "backspace!!" This prompt is from her first Saturday Centus, but then most of you already know this since almost all of the comments I get on Saturday are from bloggers who regularly participate.
Well, here's my offering, such as it is. The prompt is in bold type. Now I'm going back to bed!
I had run far away from the house, and found myself on the jogging trail north of the woods. I could never again let that man, the father of my two boys, beat me down, spewing venom, grasping my throat in his hands. One precise kick gave me a chance to run before he killed me. But now what? I had only the clothes on my back, and a twenty tucked into my shoe.
The boys were safe at Dad’s for the summer, and if I could get to a phone, I could warn him about Dwayne. But then what???
My untied shoelace changed my life. As I leaned down to re-tie it, I kicked away a few leaves. When I turned my head slightly to look where the leaves had been, I was astonished to see a rubber-banded wad of hundred dollar bills nestled in a little indention in the muddy ground.