Friday at the sandbox - Part 1 (June challenge)
For the June challenge on bmm-drabbles 'Take your fandom to work'.
Summary - Modern day AU/AU. Ennis, Jack, kids, a playground... I am currently a stay-at-home-mom so this scenario is based on a setting I know all too well :)
Warnings - none
Length - 400 words
Feedback - please!
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He’s there every week. The man with the two little blonde girls. They all build castles together, fill buckets and animal shaped sand molds. Laughing and giggling as they create their make-believe world. The girls are as cute as buttons, but neither are as cute as their dad.
My boy never goes in the sandbox. I wish he would. It would give me the excuse I need. Typically he likes the more active stuff; the swings, the slides, the climbing wall. He doesn’t need me to have his fun. Never looks back as he leaps down from the car and runs off to make new friends.
I sit by myself and drink my vanilla latte, watching all the kids as they rush about yelling and screeching at each other. Not his kids though, they only have eyes for their daddy. They sit in silent awe as he shows them how pack the sand down to get the best shapes.
My boy got stuck on the monkey bars last week. Kind of expected it. Trouble is, he always thinks he can do more than he can and usually falls short. It took the promise of an ice-cream before he would unwind his arms and legs and let me prise him off. I can’t find fault with his optimism, but wish he would think before he acts. I saw him eye the sandbox today. I really hope he goes over there and gives the climbing a rest.
Today I also saw the man with the two girls eye my coffee. Can’t blame him. It’s damned nice. I caught his eye and gave him a smile. He smiled back. Least I think he did. It’s getting a bit colder now and the coffee is a great hand warmer. Maybe I’ll get an extra one next week and pretend that Starbucks messed up my order. Can’t rely on my boy to kick-start my social life so I’ll have to do it myself.
We leave early today as the wind picks up and the clouds move in. We head to the car and I see the man bundle his two little girls into his jeep. He looks over at me and I raise a hand to wave goodbye. He waves back and smiles at me. For sure this time.
Yeah, I’ll definitely be buying two coffees next week. And maybe some pie.
END (Ok, not really, it's continuing...)
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Summary - Modern day AU/AU. Ennis, Jack, kids, a playground... I am currently a stay-at-home-mom so this scenario is based on a setting I know all too well :)
Warnings - none
Length - 400 words
Feedback - please!
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He’s there every week. The man with the two little blonde girls. They all build castles together, fill buckets and animal shaped sand molds. Laughing and giggling as they create their make-believe world. The girls are as cute as buttons, but neither are as cute as their dad.
My boy never goes in the sandbox. I wish he would. It would give me the excuse I need. Typically he likes the more active stuff; the swings, the slides, the climbing wall. He doesn’t need me to have his fun. Never looks back as he leaps down from the car and runs off to make new friends.
I sit by myself and drink my vanilla latte, watching all the kids as they rush about yelling and screeching at each other. Not his kids though, they only have eyes for their daddy. They sit in silent awe as he shows them how pack the sand down to get the best shapes.
My boy got stuck on the monkey bars last week. Kind of expected it. Trouble is, he always thinks he can do more than he can and usually falls short. It took the promise of an ice-cream before he would unwind his arms and legs and let me prise him off. I can’t find fault with his optimism, but wish he would think before he acts. I saw him eye the sandbox today. I really hope he goes over there and gives the climbing a rest.
Today I also saw the man with the two girls eye my coffee. Can’t blame him. It’s damned nice. I caught his eye and gave him a smile. He smiled back. Least I think he did. It’s getting a bit colder now and the coffee is a great hand warmer. Maybe I’ll get an extra one next week and pretend that Starbucks messed up my order. Can’t rely on my boy to kick-start my social life so I’ll have to do it myself.
We leave early today as the wind picks up and the clouds move in. We head to the car and I see the man bundle his two little girls into his jeep. He looks over at me and I raise a hand to wave goodbye. He waves back and smiles at me. For sure this time.
Yeah, I’ll definitely be buying two coffees next week. And maybe some pie.
END (Ok, not really, it's continuing...)
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