‘I’ve finished, my scrumptious pomegranate!’ Ognar Rance bobbed his head into the living room, where Myrtle, his wife, was feeding fabric covered with cogs through her sewing machine.
She stopped sewing when she saw Ognar’s overjoyed face peering through the doorway. ‘What was that, I didn’t catch what you said?’ she asked as she gathered the material together.
‘My latest piece,’ Ognar beamed as he smiled, ‘I’m calling it The Thinker.’
‘The Thinker?’ Myrtle replied, enthusiastically, ‘I’ll come and have a look right now.’
She followed her husband out through the patio doors and into the garden. In the centre sat a figure made out of driftwood. ‘Oh, Ognar, it’s wonderful, but…’
Ognar’s face dropped. ‘But…?’ he asked with a look of dismay.
Myrtle chuckled at Ognar’s expression. ‘No, I love it,’ she circled the life-size statue, ‘it’s just the name. The Thinker… I think that’s already taken.’
‘Oh…’ Ognar laughed now. ‘So what should we call him then?’
‘Driftwood Dave?’ Myrtle offered, before adding, ‘no, that’s too abstract. Even for an abstract!’
‘I agree. It is an abstract.’ Ognar pondered. ‘It needs a name for the concept, rather than an actual name.’
‘It’s a tricky one.’ Myrtle stated, distantly.
‘Let’s chew over it with a nice cup of tea.’ Ognar said, rubbing his chin.
‘Good idea. I’ll get my crossword answers book to see if it can give a suggestion, while the tea’s brewing.’ Myrtle reentered the house, Ognar by her side, both of them deep in thought.
Posted for The Unicorn Challenge. A magical challenge, hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr. They provide an image for us to provide up to 250 words in return.
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