Today's OneWord: Beckon

Stanley beckoned little Kimberly over with a gnarly finger, like a tree branch twitching in the winter wind. She waddled slowly toward him, her hands and lips sticky from her mint chip ice cream cone. As the elderly man scooped her up in his arms, his eyes melted against hers in pools of emerald and indigo.

"She's so precious," he said, smiling faintly as he looked at his son, her father, grinning from ear to ear.