Written for Cracked Flash:
She bolted down the hallway, the children screaming behind her. Behind them was a man, a man with a water hose.
He held the nozzle down and the screams turned to shrill laughter. She barely got away, dashing through the bathroom door. She poked her head around the corner and observed her children under the kitchen fountain’s stream. In the moment, it did not matter that they had carpet or that they would need to dirty a clean towel.
Her son spun under the spray, head facing the ceiling as the cool water broke through the summer heat. Her youngest sat next to him, having fallen in her escape. Her hands rose upward and feet kicked in delight.
And over their shoulders, behind the nozzle, she met the eyes of the partner she loved and realized that in this moment lived her happiness.