Flash Fiction Story

As a mother, I always want the best for my kids. But right now, I'm sure not really sure what to think. My oldest child, Vanessa, is quite the inventor. I am always amazed on what she creates, but now I'm kind of nervous. This invention was outside.

But it really wasn't an invention, more of an idea.

She built this swing that hung on our Oak tree. The only things that made me nervous about this is how high it was and that she might accidentally kick someone. The swing was probably about eight feet high. I was worried about her accidentally kicking her little brother, Jack. Jack was was four years old. Almost five.

Jack kept walking closer and closer and...