Saturday Centus … 29

PROMPT:  “The leaves crunched under my boots until they didn’t.

To walk along the river at night may have been the quickest way home.  However it was not always the safest especially if the tide was flowing.  The path under the trees was protected; even the spring tide never came this high.  The intrepid little traveller, hurrying home for tea followed the path as it meandered into the saltings where the little creeks thwarted the path. There, care must be taken; a tiny girl would have to leap quite high and long to cross the running tide.
So when the crunch of the leaves beneath my feet stopped so my heart began to beat louder.