Friday Fictioneers (Variation): Pistachio Ice Cream
For the Friday Flash Fiction Challenge. Painting by Samantha Gorenestyn.
He stood in the middle of the room to examine the walls he had just repainted. It was a pale, pastel green. He stared at the walls as he sucked on his pipe. It was the third time he had changed its colour, stripping and repainting. He had tried over thirty shades of green, and this was the closest.
He never knew how to make the little girl smile because he had never needed to. Her grandma always did. He sighed.
It was their first summer without grandma.
“You’d be great daddy,” his daughter Francis said on the phone. He just grunted. It mattered so much for him to have the little girl happy in his home. He had spent the whole week preparing for her arrival.
A car pulled up in the driveway and he heard the doors close.
The little girl ran in to hug his short legs.
“Pistachio ice cream! I love Pistachio Ice Cream!”
She pretended to lick the walls and rolled onto the ground giggling.
“See daddy, you two will have a great summer together.” The voice behind him said.
He smiled and nodded.
He did it, he had made his granddaughter smile, all on his own.
“Yes Fran, we will.”