- Work this quote from Winnie the Pooh into your post: Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.
- Write your thoughts, a story, a poem on your blog. It is necessary to use the phrase in your piece.
- Try to restrict the word count to about 500 words.
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I could hear his footsteps coming from the living room. I tried contemplating my next move. Should I hide under the bed or behind the door? I had to be very quiet lest he’d know where I was. My hand scraped against a sharp edge of an old rusted almirah. I whimpered noiselessly in pain.
As I lay under the bed, beyond the noise of my throbbing heart I could hear nothing now. I didn’t know where he was or what he was doing. Had he noticed I wasn’t in my room? Was he looking for me? My vision was blurred from my tears. The blood from the scrape wound on my hand had dried up.
Suddenly the door opened and he came in. I could vaguely see something long in his hand. I was petrified. Was he going to hurt me? I’d been a nuisance in the morning; had accidently spilled water colours on his important papers, spilled tea over his clothes and hidden the car keys while he looked around for them everywhere. He’d been very upset with me, but had said nothing.
I wish Ma didn’t have to go to tend to my ailing Granny for a week. Our temporary babysitter had gone for the day too. If anything happened to me, how’d anyone know about it? I could feel something terrible was about to happen to me.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart. It was my guilt of having done something wrong and my fear of facing its consequences that filled my heart right now. I didn’t even realise I was hungry.
Just then, Dad bent down to look for me under the bed and looked visibly relieved to find me there. Smiling, he said, ‘Hey buddy, see I got you the cricket bat you always wanted. Wanna play? But first tell me, what’re you doing here?!’.
This is part of the Write Tribe Wednesday Prompt # 7.