We had been skiing in Chamonix all week. We had a great time although I worried about her, my daughter, a lot of the time. I can get by in French but one day we crossed through the Mont Blanc tunnel into Italy. I know the names of a lot of food, but that’s about it really.
Towards the end of the day, we got lost and passed a small pile of bodies that had crashed into each other, presumably at typical Italian high speed. She froze as I told her to come down the other side and not to look. She looked terrified and tearful.
Then we saw some huskies and her world brightened immeasurably. Fear and trepidation vanished. Without a thought she put her hand out and petted the animal. The mother I think. Penetrating eyes met childlike innocence and all was well. Secure.
© Ash Cheyne 2017
Daily Post Photo Challenge – Security