By the time you read this letter I will be gone. Over the past few months I have come to realise you’re never going to change. Your obsession with that hill and us having to climb it every day for water has just became too much for me. The final straw was that fall I had on Tuesday. Those few days in hospital frightened me and, as you know, the doctor said I was lucky not to have been more seriously injured.
Your loving and badly bruised husband.
PS. I’ve left my pail by the back door.
Day 16 of my Drabble Project
(100 x 100 word stories in the month of October).