The Eye of the Beholder

Back in the saddle, so to speak, and chiming in with another 100-word entry based on a photo prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, hosted as always by the lovely and talented (I’m assuming, never actually having met her) Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  I hope you enjoy, and please, feel free to comment, praise, condemn, adjulate or otherwise critique.

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“The Eye Of The Beholder”

photo-88“I don’t get it.”

“Maybe you’re not supposed to get it.  It is art, after all.  True art shouldn’t be easy to understand.”

She looked down at the words etched into the small plaque affixed to the edge of the railing:  “#23 – Shopping Carts in Reflecting Pool.  By Andre’ Fulmer.

“I still don’t get it.”

His face bunched up in that pouty little moue he made whenever explaining art to the illiterate masses.  “It’s clearly a statement on the human condition in a post-consumerist era, an indictment of how our corporate greed has damaged the environment!”

“Oh.”

He smiled, satisfied.