The bridge was mossy and crumbling, so much so that I held little Hanna in both hands as she clutched the rusty railing. Like a tiny turtle, Hanna stuck her head over the top bar and peered into the babbling brook below.
"Mom," she exlaimed quickly, "I see them! I see all the fish!" Underneath the glassy surface ran a school of jumping fish--too many to even count.
I felt her adjust herself in my arms to get a better vantage point. After a watching for a minute, Hanna furrowed her brow and said, "Do you think the mommies know which ones are their babies? They all look the same."
"I imagine so, " I smiled. "Mommies know."
She nodded her blond head, all at once relieved, and stated, "Good!"
the preceding was written for Magpie Tales, a photoprompt provided by tess kinkaid