Skating on thin ice

I have skated on the river and heard the ice crack. Skating on rivers is not encouraged in these days of obsessive safe-keeping. Yet I am skating again.

The ice cracks and groans, but I’m far from either shore and can’t just stay here. Sometimes fear won’t let me move and I am a frozen thing in this frozen wilderness, listening to the cracking and waiting for the inevitable. Sometimes like now.

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