Eye of the Beholder

“Hey. What-cha call that?” Mural pointed at the art display with one thumb. The other hooked through a belt loop on his generous wasteland.

“I call it an art installation.” Ted knocked back his floppy hat for a better look. He examined the upended cars and found them good.

“Yeah, I know that much. What’s the art institutional thing called? What’s the name?”

“Accidental Tye-Dye.” Ted popped out the first thing that came to mind, since he hadn’t named it yet.

“Heh! You got that right.” Grinning Mural went off to tell his friends about the technicolor accident.

The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit: Jean L. Hays