I heard the car’s horn.
I heard the door being opened and I felt my knees turn to jelly. Quickly, I hid under the bed.
I heard the door being slammed shut and his sugary voice, “Where are you, sweetie?”
I heard his footsteps on the stairs as sweat beads trickled down my spine. “Where are you, sweetie?”, he asked again.
I heard my heart pounding in my ears, as he opened and closed the adjacent room. “Where are you, sweetie?”, his voice was gentle yet coaxing.
I heard another car honk. It’s Mom and relief washed over me
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
We give out themes for creative writing each weekend for Indian bloggers.
This time your entry has to have one sentence that is repeated at least thrice in your post.
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