General, People, Story-telling, Writing Prompts

Small things


  • 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.

Image credit: Loren Javier

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.

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  1. 🙂 In the beginning my imagination went rampant, A burglar, a murderer….I thought of everything but then the next lines soothed me.
    Nice post 🙂

    1. Thanks Bhagyashree. I thought I went a bit far but I had to show the fear the boy felt on doing what he did. Had to balance it out in the end.
      Welcome here. 🙂

  2. Awww Daddy loves his kid 🙂 That was sweet, but thinking of it, don’t we all behave like that child at some point in our life, running away from rather than facing the consequences of our actions?
    Good one Varsh.

    1. Yes we’ve all been there. In fact it was just that feeling that made me write this. We are naughty and then we’re afraid thinking of all the bad things that would happen if we get caught. We forget our parents love us unconditionally.
      Thanks for your comment. 🙂

  3. Aww…such a sweet father! Guilt is difficult to handle irrespective of age and is often the worst punishment…Good take on the prompt…Loved it…and now following you.

    1. Thanks Aparna. I feel it is the negative thoughts that always take more room in our hearts and are tough to let go or forget. Hence this post. Age, like you said is not that important.
      Welcome here…hope you enjoy your stay on my blog. 🙂

      1. I agree with you completely but it is the positive that helps wash off the guilt and negativity…don’t you think.

        I am sure I will enjoy my stay here 😉

        1. Always…positivity always wins. And I think here too it did the moment his Dad smiled at him. The boy knows he’s loved and cared for even after behaving badly. 🙂

  4. Had me scared for a moment 🙂 Great ending to an interesting tale.

    1. Thank you Sulekha 😀

  5. Great example of how kids imaginations run wild!

    1. Oh yes…kids’ imagination can get really wild at times. Like with this boy…
      Thanks for your comment and welcome here. 🙂

  6. Varsh, made me a little chocked in my throat ya… beautiful… A daddy’s girl that I am 🙂

    1. Awww…Hugs Pinsy 🙂

  7. Varsh, got me into a chock re… Daddy’s girl that I am 🙂 so Leos make me think of my bro and you my dad, whose is gonna write something so that Mom also is thought about 🙂 lovely memories running down my memory lane 🙂

    1. Someone will come up with something on Mom soon I’m sure. What, are we creating some sort of family moment here on our blogs? I love it! 🙂 🙂

      1. I was thinking Pinsy would write a post on her mom actually 😉

        And I agree with her regarding the choke. I was praying let all be well 🙂 Nice buildup of tension. Well written.

        1. Pinsy will definitely write one if we keep prodding her. 😉
          Thanks Leo…all did get well right? 🙂 The boy’s got an awesome Dad, he just doesn’t know it yet.

      2. Yeah! Let’s double-prod Pinsy then 😉

        And yeah, he knows it now I think 😀 Awesome dad.

        1. That’ll work..yes. 🙂

  8. Gosh ! i came up with all pssbl bad endings :-/
    Thank god the ending is not so bad 🙂

    1. Haha…had to do that to convey the fear better. 😛
      Hope you enjoyed it. 🙂

  9. Kalpana Solsi says:

    What a sweet twist to the story. Loved it

    1. Thanks Kalpana…glad you liked it. 🙂

  10. I was worried for a while… glad that it had a positive and a sweet end… A wonderful story for the prompt! 🙂

    1. Thank you Shilpa…glad you liked the story…wasn’t very sure of it myself. 🙂

  11. That’s a sweet story…Daddys are such special people 🙂

    1. Daddys are very special indeed…thanks for your comment Kajal 🙂

  12. Varsh,
    that just brought all my childhood irrational fears to life.. I was a born prankster..but then..after every keeda..I would magically harbor the heart of an imaginative mouse..scared to death… U write soooooo well… Thank you for the meories it sprung 😀

    1. I wasn’t a prankster, yet I was mortally scared of my Mom. This kinda thing never ever happened but I know how fear fills your heart. I’m glad you could feel a connect with it.
      Thank you so much for your kind words Deepti! 🙂

  13. Kathy says:

    I loved the ending!!


    1. Thanks Kathy 🙂

  14. Uff.. I got such a scare. Thank god it ended well.

    I hope it always ends well for EVERY child 🙁

    1. I think the sad part is every child isn’t as lucky as this boy. Even I took a lesson from this. When a child is scared, one has to be extra gentle with him, or the fear stays in his heart forever.
      Thanks for your comment. 🙂

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