On The Train…A Little Latino Family

They were seated like dolls piled on a bed, shoulders and legs touching.

A mother, father, son and daughter stacked in height by one inch.  They could have been a painting, a trompe l’oeil, playing tricks on a wall.

They had my attention for seven stops as I watched the affection dancing between them.

A girl of 8, slept on her mom’s shoulder peacefully, as if she were in her own bed.  What caught my eye was how her mother gently held her head so it wouldn’t jump every time the train stopped.

The dad, in bright red Bermudas and a shirt with a peacock across it, clutched his young son’s hand who was smitten with a package he held tightly on his lap.

The woman was beautiful, like Selma Hayek, in a printed black and white dress, breasts spilling over its eyeleted front…her husband holding her round the waist, like a precious gem.

I watched as she tenderly woke her daughter who smiled all refreshed.

They then, like little dolls once piled on a bed, tip-toed off the train…or a painting perhaps, once seen on a museum wall.


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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10 Responses to On The Train…A Little Latino Family

  1. micklively says:

    Sounds idyllic and not what you’d expect on a subway train.
    Beautifully written, Susannah.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Elle Knowles says:

    This sounds like a beginning to a best selling novel. I can see a story here. You do have a way with the written word Susannah…

    Liked by 1 person

  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    You captured this moment beautifully, Susannah. I remember doing the ‘hold the sleeping head thing’ with my own children. I hadn’t thought of it for many years. Thanks for the memory.


  4. I felt as though I was riding along. Love this observation.
    Mothers are human seatbelts, it comes with the title.

    Liked by 1 person

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