Outnumbered



She lay crouched in the dark musty nook. A lone streak of light shone in through the small hole in the makeshift wooden door to the tiny storeroom where she hid. The light diffused air particles in the line of her view as she strained to see outside.

The living room windows opened out on the first level just above the storeroom and she could hear their low voices.

She stifled a rising cough in the throat afraid to attract attention. The voices now transformed to chilling war cries.

Boom! Boom! Bang!

Shrapnel flew and came pelting on the tin roof of the storehouse followed by rapid footsteps. She shuddered. Fearing the worst, she flung open the door and dashed out.

A bile rose to her throat as she saw the damage caused and shook with vengeful rage.

Her favourite white bone china vase with indigo prints that once stood proudly near the window lay shattered in pieces all over the store roof and the ground below.

The two culprits jumped out from behind her displaying toothy grins and cried out in unison.

 "Tag, you're it, Mom!"

"Of course, I'm good at playing the bad cop!" she replied with a twinkle.


*****

Written for the prompt "War and pieces" at the BarAThon. 


Would you like to read the other posts in this series?

A new haven
An irrational dream
The fault lies in our stares

12 comments:

  1. LOL you totally got me. I would have never guessed. Nicely done, Uma. :)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I'm glad! Thanks a lot, Shantala!

      Delete
  2. Ha ha.. that's a familiar scenario. I loved how you built it up. The mom here was quite nice. I wouldn't have had that twinkle if they'd have broken my favourite vase.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Me neither, Tulika. I thought since I'm the mean mom in reality, at least let the fictional mom be nice ;-)

      Delete
  3. ha ha! super cute and such a happy Mum :)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. hmm..I envy that mum to have turned the situation into a happy one. :)

      Delete
  4. That's a fab twist. I was expecting something sinister. Good one for the prompt, Uma :)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I'm glad you liked it, Shilpa. Thank you :)

      Delete
  5. What a sudden turn! Interesting.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Hope you liked it, Onkar. I intended to keep it sudden :)

      Delete
  6. My vase?! Not my vase! I'd be shaking with rage then. Not fear. Ha ha. Good twist again. Totally got the world War 2 feel on this one.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Yes, me too. And, this mum too. However, unlike me she chose to handle it differently. Thank you, Shailaja :)

      Delete

Would love to hear from you :-)
Also, please click the subscribe by Email link below the comment form to get follow-up comments to your inbox..