Art

“That’s weird,” Johnny said. “I don’t understand it.”

“I’m not sure I do either, but that’s art,” his mother replied.

Johnny scoffed. “Everything about it is wrong,” he said. “The hands are too big. The feet are too big. The head is too small. The body itself is disproportionate.”

“Did you just say ‘disproportionate’?” she asked.

“It’s a big word, Mom. I learned it at school. Do you need me to explain it you?” Johnny replied, looking up at his mother who was fighting back laughter.

“No,” she replied, “I know what it means.”

“I’m right, aren’t I? If he came alive and climbed down from that chair, he would be a scary dude.”

His mother carefully considered the piece. Johnny was right. “I think the sculptor was trying to say something,” she said.

“What?” Johnny asked.

“I honestly don’t know.”

“You know what I think? I think the sculptor did a terrible job. If I was Art, I’d be mad,” Johnny said.

“What are you talking about?” his mother asked.

“You’re the one that recognized the statue guy!” he exclaimed. “You said it was Art!”

His mother started to laugh.

Johnny repeated, “If I was Art, I’d be mad!”

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This is my submission for the Unicorn Challenge. The weekly challenge offers a picture to inspire your writing and a limit of 250 words.

I came in at a cool 200 words today.

The Sally Rule for the Unicorn Challenge: When you have no idea about the picture, turn it into a parent-child conversation.