“A stunning juxtaposition of life’s choices,” proffered Tarquin Pumpernickel.
“Oh indeed. Who’s the artist Tarqy?” drooled Jocelyn Cumberbatch.
“Seems to be an unnamed piece. All adds to the mystique” he nodded, sagely.
The art lover’s musings were suddenly shattered by the disturbing presence of a full bodied, whiskey fuelled belch. Turning to protest they were confronted with the brusque, unshaven scruffiness of local builder Billy-Bob Hempton.
“Excuse us ladies,” said Billy-Bob, as he signalled for his young apprentice to reverse their rusty 4×4 onto the grass.
“Damn kids, if they steal any of my doors again I’ll swing for ’em,” spat Billy-Bob, as he brushed past a crestfallen Tarqy.
This is my entry into this week’s 100 word challenge over at Friday Fictioneers.