Ted caught Ruth as she was leaving her house.
“I heard you’re an art collector. I’m an artist. I brought over one of my faller installations. Would you like to see it? It’s in the back of my pickup.”
Ruth considered making a break for it, but her car was right next to his pickup and at ninety years old, she wasn’t exactly moving fast these days. “Alright, young man. Lead the way.”
The only think in the back of the pickup was an old toilet with a bowl full of flowers.
“What do you call it?”
Ted grinned. “My Neighbor’s Lawn Ornament.”
She bought it.
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Ted Strutz
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