My Fascination of a Father- Child Relationship
I take part in the writing 101 course and today’s title is :” Let the Scene Write Itself” I felt prompted to use a post I did on the same subject earlier this year. Some posts should be allowed to come up to the surface once more.
Today’s Prompt: Go to a local café, park, or public place and write a piece inspired by something you see.
Today I hade done too much exercise. After having run 12 km I went to a step class.
I wasn´t too good this afternoon and my “boiled spaghetti” legs wanted to leave. I stayed anyhow and I am so glad I did, because I looked up towards the high ceiling through the wall like windows to the café at the Training Centre and my eyes caught the sight of a young father who came to sit down at a table having a pram with him. He grabbed the baby in a quick experienced way and made preparations to fed him with a bottle. After a while he rose up and walked around with the baby in his arms in rocking movements. It seemed to me that he knew that a baby needs that to be able to get rid…
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