Photograph by Lisa Shambrook (Please do not use)
She ducked and muttered gripping the washing basket, as Action Man leaped from the banister and a torrent of Matchbox cars raced down the hallway, biting at her heels.
She expertly ‘shivered’ her ‘timbers’ as she hopped over strategically placed plumped-up cushion stepping stones in a treacherous ocean of stormy blue carpet.
She avoided the mad hullabaloo, as the cat screeched and narrowly escaped an afternoon of captivity beneath an overturned cardboard box that suddenly became the TARDIS.
And she managed to survive feeding time at the zoo, in spite of demands to feed the tiger and the lion first and allow the monkey the meal of his choice.
She was run ragged in her own home and bossed by the most raucous of little monsters…but she wouldn’t have it any other way…
Written for Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction, go read the other wonderful tales…
The Last Krystallos 
This made me smile. I loved the imagination of this! 🙂
This is very sweet and genuine. Nice!
'biting at her heels'- fantastic! Nothing beats a child's imagination; definitely one to cherish. xx
Chaos! Wonderful disaster! Beautifully written 🙂
Ah, what a mother has to (gleefully) endure. A delightful piece!
Motherhood… the hardest job we'll ever love! And how you will miss those little "monsters" when they've grown up and gone! 🙂
Adorable, and very vivid! Exactly as it is in this house!
I love their imaginations!
Thanks, I've been there!
Yep, I've had Hotwheels and Matchbox cars biting at my feet!
Definitely disaster and definitely wonderful!
And we love it, when they've gone to bed…!
I will, that's my now seventeen year old in the pic! 🙂
He he, true to life!
I loved the scene … beautiful !!!