The Painting

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

Grandpa sat at his desk, day after day staring at the picture on the desk and on the wall. One day, I carried the tray with his cold tomato soup to his desk and asked him. “Grandpa, what are you staring at?”

He stuck his pointer finger up. “Shh,” Then it was like he saw something I didn’t, his whole face lit up. “I’ve got it!” He jumped up, almost knocking the tray off the desk. “I’ve got it!” He threw his arms around me and jumped like a kid.

I jumped with him. “What have you got?”

He held me at arms length. His eyes sparkled. “The painting.”

This story was originally posted on August 13, 2014.

Written for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple, where we are given a photo prompt and we are to write a story in 100 words or less.

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