55- Crunch

So satisfying
this destruction
of glassy film
as if a footprint could put a dint
in the cold and snow.

Goodbye,
lacework of Winter.
I will not wait for the Spring sun.

Crunch
underfoot
though only a quarter of an inch
the breaking ice
feels like it will drop me
neck deep in water.

Walking,
each step feels like
a risk.

The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.