Rolling out of battered sedan, the twins raced pell-mell to the stream.
Walking much slower, hand-in-hand, followed Grandpa and Grandma.
“I can’t believe you told the boys that old story.”
“Well, it’s true.”
“You know better. You’ll have them panning away all afternoon looking for diamonds and gold. You know what they’ll find.”
“Same as me, one day, I hope.”
“They won’t find it, today.”
“Nope. Today, they’ll likely find a little sunburn and a crayfish or two. But later… if they’re lucky… they might find their own diamond-in-the-rough right here. Just like me.”
And with that, Grandpa kissed Grandma.
Written for Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer. Requirements: Create a 100+ word flash story using the photo prompt provided.