‘The lines, the curves, it so draws the eye. Don’t you think?’ She asked tipping her manicured nail against her chin.
Eyes squinted, head titled, he said, ‘I quite agree. The way the colours blend into a sense of surrealism.’
‘The sculpture’s stillness speaks volumes. Don’t you think?’
‘Such illusionistic realism.’
‘Junk. That’s a pile of tossed out car parts.’ The mechanic with screwed up nose behind the couple. He rubbed his oil-stained cap on his head then held out their keys. ‘Your car’s fixed. Now you’re free to get out more.’