This is a story that I had to write for my writer's block class in school. The idea was to write a one page, double spaced, 12 point times new roman font story that could go somewhere. It couldn't be longer than a page by even a line, so it is really short. But the idea was that it was similar to a section taken out of a longer book or story. I already turned it in, but I thought other people might want to read it. FYI, it is REALLY short.
"Mommy, Mommy!" The shout came from outside my one-person bedroom. Rolling over to my stomach, I groaned. My 5-year old daughter was awake.
"Mommy, get up Mommy!" A pause, then a bump as she climbed on the bed. Another pause, then a thump directly on my back. It was an ambush.
"Mommy, you have to look outside! It's all white!"
Snow. And what was more, it was Emma's first experience with it. I hate snow, I thought.
But of course, I really loved snow. But when you're a single mother trying to sleep it isn't the wonder it usually is. And of course, it would snow the day after I stayed up late at work.
"Mommy, let's go outside!" Emma jumped and rushed to the door. "I'm ready," she said.
"Alright, Emma, I'm up," I said wearily. She giggled. "Let's go."
When we got outside, dressed for the weather, the snow was falling thickly. "What is it mommy?" Emma asked.
"This is snow," I replied.
"What is it made of? Is it cloud-feathers?"
Without waiting for a reply, she ran into the yard and scooped up a handful of the stuff to sniff.
"Mommy, it's cold!" she exclaimed.
Of course it was cold, snow was always cold. It was frozen water, not some ridiculous name like "cloud-feathers."
"Yes, honey," I said, trying not to let any of my frustration show. "It's frozen water." Being a single mother was just too hard for me. What could I do? I had never thought of myself as good with children. I loved my daughter to death, but I couldn't work at the same time I was taking care of her.