Friday Fictioneers – 4/12/2013 – Genre: humorous (PG)
Eye of the Beholder
George walked onto the porch, stopping in his tracks.
His eyes widened and his muscles tightened.
“She, finally, did it!” He thought. “She stopped with the painting crap and the photographs and bought something worthwhile.”
The bike was a conglomeration of welded parts, scrap, and some rusted components. To George, it was beautiful. He slipped off his suit coat and hopped onto the bike.
The handlebars came off and the seat snapped. George went flopping to the porch. His wife, Carolyn, rushed out the front door. She stood, sneering at her laid out husband.
“Art, George. It is – was art.”