“It’s pure genius,” Phil said. “I took a felled, dead tree and turned it into a work of art that serves practical purpose.”
“Well, it’s interesting,” the director of city parks said. “But I think we were looking for something a bit more, um, traditional.”
“You can’t be serious,” Phil objected. “Thousands of visitors come to this park every year. Don’t you think they’d appreciate ecologically and environmentally responsible park benches carved right out of nature?”
“I appreciate that,” the director said, “But we have to replace several dozen of the existing broken and worn park benches with new ones and we need them fast. How long did it take you to make just this one?”
“An artist can’t be rushed,” Phil responded. “And did you notice how I used the carved out pieces from the bench to make foot rests? Ingenious, right”
“I’m sorry, Phil,” the director said. “I’m going to go with our regular bench supplier. But since your bench is so artistic, I’ll put it behind the museum.”
Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo credit: me!