Split Second
It was the middle of summer, the sun beaming on the field. She was admiring it as she sat watching the grass sway between her sons swift yet somewhat unsteady movements. One of the neighbors from around the corner was walking through with his St. Bernard. “Did you see that dog, sweetie?” she said. “Yeah mommy, that’s a B-I-G-D-O-G!” he answered. She thought about all the days they sat at the park, and all the days his miniature body, that echoed every bit the man his father was, ran so freely, beautifully as a child should. Yet in all those times she could never remember a day like this. The clouds were few, but so appropriately placed in the sky, it was like GOD had made them a little oasis. There were few people outside so it wasn’t crowded like it could be on a cool day like this.
The mother sat and watched her son play, and play, and play. She knew, if he played enough he would be ready for a nice long nap when they got in. First the birds chirped, noisily. She didn’t think anything of it, she didn’t want to disturb the scenery with negative thoughts. Then a few minutes later the dog from the yard next to the field, began to howl. The sky darkened, but it was so unnatural she started to worry. She located her son’s position. He was ok for a few more minutes, she thought, it was probably just a storm coming. But the darkness persisted and began to overtake the beauty of the day. “Sweetie, come here,” she called. “Mommy thinks it’s gonna rain, we should start going home, we don’t have an umbrella.”
He began to make his way back to her. As it got darker, she yelled for him to hurry. He was running now, faster and faster. He wanted to show her how good he ran. He kept running and he tripped just as he was a few yards away. He looked down, his shoe had come untied. He stopped to tie it just the way mommy had showed him. Just as he got to the second bunny ear, he felt something funny. The air around his body seemed to be moving. She felt it too.
She watched him finish tying his shoe and continue to run. He was getting faster, she thought, maybe he could be a track star like his dad was. She was thrown from that thought when she saw grass and dirt flying behind him. She yelled, but there was so much noise now her voice was swallowed. He was so close. There was another explosion, and this time she saw the missile flying in the distance. She tried to find her son again but all the dirt and debris interrupted her view. She finally saw him running, still, afraid but determined to reach her. Then as soon as she placed her eyes on him, a third explosion broke his course, he was thrown so far he looked like a leaf, blowing on a fall day. She felt an uncontrollable shriek rushing from deep inside her, it flew out, and sustained itself. She was no longer herself that scream became her voice, and her defense against realizing the horror of what just happened. She screamed, and screamed and screamed.
Someone came and grabbed her, pulling her to the safety of their basement. She sat in a daze for hours unable to move or speak. It was total hysteria around her, no one knew what was going on. Sometime later someone else handed her the only working phone saying something unintelligible. She assumed they asked if she wanted to call some family. She stared at the phone for a moment as they continued to speak, picturing the last time she saw her baby’s face. She picked up the phone, dialed slowly, after two rings she could finally speak, “Hello? James? He’s gone!!!”
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I wrote that so please no selling it on ebay 
ametuer, well it was my first time out.
I think it is a great start. Submit it somewhere… a short fiction competition or publication. Get some feedback from another author.
Great effort!