Crushing Strawberries Under Huge Black Boots

These poor little berries have been sitting in my car for days while I looked for the perfect spot to smear them across the ground.

With the heavy sound of my heels on the pavement and the sight of my towering black boots above them, they know their time is up.

They flatten, squish and smear under my feet. My heels rip them apart. They squelch and spurt in my fist, and I love every second.