He rode up on a dark horse this morning, just as the sun rose through the line of trees that faced the house. I was on the front porch, wiping sweat from my brow as I sat in a rocking chair. I needed a rest. I’d been working all night.
He told me I didn’t have to worry any longer, that I was safe. He would take me far away from this squalid house, my unfulfilling marriage. He was going to rescue me.
Then his eyes widened as he saw the deep, brownish-red stains on my white apron, the perspiration on my face, the hole dug at the edge of the property. The sun shone in the window of my house, illuminating what was lying on the floor of the front parlor. He blanched as he looked back at me with eyes full of fear, not pity, for once, and my chest swelled.
I don’t need rescuing.
Jennifer Terry 
strong women survive! i enjoyed reading that she did not need rescuing and that he no longer looked at her in pity.
Yes! Strong women always make it through. Thank you so much!
Love the way this was revealed line by line. Great story.
Thank you!
Serious danger can come to someone who pushes too hard…..she was one who was pushed too hard and she took care of the problem….good for her! 😋. Great story.
Exactly, this guy messed with the wrong woman. Thank you!
Great thriller! I like how the main character is trying to get away with murder when her “knight” shows up. Casts a new light on the old adage.
Thanks so much! Yes, I love sideways fairy tales.
This is great. Did not expect the ending! Keep writing. 🙂
Thank you for your kind words!