I present to you my Monday Snapshot. If you would like to see the prompt or what other people are writing, go to last Wednesday's Post.
Also, a little plug. I'm going to be starting another Collaboration Challenge story on June 5th. This is where a group of writers work over a couple of weeks to collaborate a story. Only, this story isn't planned out in any way. Each writer picks their week, then writes their part based on what has come before and posts it on their personal blogs. Each portion of the story is posted on Thursday and all linked together until the last writer wraps it up.
You can read the results of the first Collaboration Challenge, Kalli's story. I will be posting Riley's story in full on Thursday, but until then you can blog hop your way from this post.
If you would like to join in, or are curious about what's going on, let me know over here or on Google+.
And now, onto the Snapshot.
The Perfect Not Day
"Mama, can we go to the pool today?" Robbie asked, stick-thin legs pushing his tricycle back and forth. Bethany sighed, thinking of all the chores to be done around the house, not to mention the end-of-the-month money drought.
"Not today, my lovely," she told her son, pinning up the last length of sheet to the clothesline.
"But I want to play in the water. How about the sprinkler?"
"Not with my clean clothes hanging." Not with the price of water.
"Mama, I don't want it to be a Not Day," Robbie sulked, leaning forward so his chin rested on the axis of his plastic handle bars.
Bethany closed her eyes. She didn't want it to be a Not Day, either. A smile curled her thin lips.
"Close your eyes, Robbie."
"Because you can hear it then." She peaked to see Robbie close his eyes, his face wrinkled in concentration. "You can hear the wind filling the sails of a big, big ship. It's out in the middle of the ocean and all you can see is water, water, water."
"Wow!" Robbie said, the only thing wider than his eyes was his grin. "Is it a pirate ship, Mommy?"
"You bet it is," Bethany told him. "It's the Pirate Flea Beard's ship. There's no task to big for his crew."
"'Like digging treasure!" Robbie shouted, abandoning his seat to jump up and down.
"Exactly," Bethany agreed. "Pirate Flea Beard of legend always gets his treasure, even when he's stealing it from other pirates!"
Bethany grabbed two long sticks from the brush pile, giving one to Robbie. "You will not get my gold, Flea Beard!" she yelled at him, clashing her sword with his.
"Oh, yes, I will!" Robbie's voice was squeaky with excitement, his laughter drowning out the clatter of the sticks against each other. They battled for a few minutes until Bethany fell to her knees in the crunchy grass, falling to her side.
"Alright, Flea Beard. You win this time, but next time you won't be so lucky."
Robbie giggled, throwing his stick down and launching his little body at Bethany, knocking her the rest of the way to the ground.
"Next time, Mommy, we'll both be Flea Beard," he declared.
"Okay," she agreed with a sigh. Dishes still had to be done, floors cleaned, a non-existent budget needed to be balanced. But right now, she just wanted to hang on to her moment of perfect.