Let Them Eat Cake
“Yellow!”
Sara screamed as she neared the dock.
“I thought you’d like it.” Grandpa was smiling. “But the surprises aren’t over yet.”
Sarah was already running passed the “Careful. Slippery When Wet.” signs the get to the new boat. Grandpa and her brother had been working on it during the winter as their ‘togetherness project’. She was surprised when Fredrick told her that the maiden voyage of the craft was supposed to be just her and Grandpa, but it was a good surprise. Sara loved to waters. To spend a day with Grandpa was always a plus.
Sara was barely able to contain her bubbliness and stay on the dock as she waited for her grandfather to catch up.
Grandpa stood beside her as they silently marveled at the magnificent work that he had Fredrick had completed.
“Well,” Grandpa looked had her. “Ready for the unveiling?”
“The unveiling?”
“Sure. Every worthy craft has to have a name fitting for it majesty. Fredrick and I decided on the name for this one’s christening. We thought you should have the honor of revealing it.” Suddenly, as if from the shadows appeared Fredrick and Sara’s mother and father.
Father was carrying a small basket. “Wait. Before this solemn evert occurs, we need to have our toasts ready.” He went to one knee and opened the basket. Swiftly handing out glasses to each of them, he handed a bottle of OceanSpray Cranberry-Grape to Fredrick. “Prepare us, please. Sir Fredrick.”
Fredrick’s smile was ear-to-ear. He twisted the top off of the chilled OceanSpray and filled each of their plastic goblets.
“To Grandfather and Fredrick,” Father toasted. They all took one small sip. There were to be more toasts.
“To the ‘Togetherness Project’,” Mother was quickly following in line.
“To a family a man can be proud of,” was Grandfather’s toast.
Before Sara could say anything, Fredrick busted through. “And now, the time we have all been awaiting. Sara, would you removed the silk covering draped across the bow of our magnificent vessel.”
As Sara stepped onboard the craft to remove the silk cloth masking the port of the vessel, Fredrick boldly announced, “To the Sara Anne.”
There was much hugging and handshaking as Sara stood stunned at this turn of events. Then, ever true to Sara, she let out a squeal of joy that would have awakened dead sailors.
“Now, let’s give’er a spin.” Grandpa loaded the poles and boxes he had been carrying onboard joining Sara.
“See you for supper,” father said as he handed Grandpa the basket that the family had brought.
“Start her up, Sara,” said grandfather. “The fish are awaiting us.”
“We’re going to spend our day fishing?” Sara was taken back and just a bit pale.
“Sure, lassie. That’s Fredrick’s and my favorite pastime on the waters.”
“Grandpa, I’m not Fredrick.” Sara tried to be very polite as she was suddenly filled with incredible hurt.
“Oh. That’s right. You’re with me today.” Grandpa was smiling. “That must be why your family gave us this extra basket. Go ahead. Open it.”
Sara lifted the lid from the basket and found sandwiches, chips, and several chilled waters. “Look under the linen napkins,” said Grandpa.
Sara lifted the napkins and there were two large pieces of red-velvet cake.
“Grandpa!” Sara giggled as she reached starboard to give him a hug.
“Let’s wait ‘til we get to my favorite fishin’ hole.” smiled Grandpa. “Today, dearie, we just feed the fishies.”
Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner.
Grandpa’s a rich man with a family like that 🙂
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Thanks for the read. Most of my flash is 200 words. This one grew- but I kept it anyway.
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Lovely!
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