A Mother’s Glare

Do not push your luck

Photo by Birmingham Museums Trust on Unsplash

My oar creates ripples that sway a small block of ice the pup grips on.

I lock eyes with her mother but a few feet away and she dares me to do it again.

Carefully, I pull the oar into the boat and trust the current to keep us moving.

Thank you J.A. Taylor for the prompt: 3 Points of Trust

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