for Sunday Photo Fiction (a day late!)
I really didn’t want to be at the gallery.
‘What’s that?’ I asked pointing at a pile of old chairs. I just wanted to know why it was considered art, but my simple question set him off.
‘It’s a representation of the challenges one has to overcome in order to attain a lofty position in one’s life; the obstacles, the mishaps, the errors one encounters as one climbs ever upward to the reach one’s throne on high’.
‘So which one’s the throne?’ I asked.
‘That’s subjective, a matter of one’s desires, one’s abitions’ he replied.
‘Okay,’ I said, ‘I’d aim for… that one’.
‘The one on the left?’
‘No the one on the right’.
‘Not the one right in the middle?’
Time to change the subject I thought.
‘I brought some sandwiches. Would you like one?’
‘Ooh, shall I have this one or that one?’
‘That depends on one’s culinary tastes, one’s appetency’ I said, somewhat sarcastically! He took the cheese one. I grabbed us a couple of chairs. Bad move, since unbeknown to me they were part of the artwork and it began to collapse!
‘Imagine if the throne landed on one’s head’ I chuckled!
‘Well, one’s…..’ and of he went again!
Thanks to Donna for hosting and to Pixabay for the picture.