WALK THE WALK
Bobby liked his father as a child. He loved his Dad, as a young boy could. He spent a lot of time with him over the years – rather, his Dad spent a lot of time with him.
He never idolized his Dad, never thought of him like Ward Cleaver, or Father Knows Best. He was just always there, an ordinary, work-a-day kind of guy.
Now that he was grown, and had a wife and children of his own, he saw the many things, great and small, that his father had quietly, competently done.
He had some big shoes to fill.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.