He sat there like a bump on a log while everyone else joined in the fun, but he was literally a bump on a log, so it was very difficult for him to join the others in their activities. Some people referred to him as a lump on a log, but he definitely preferred being called a bump. He did have a cousin that was a bump in the road, and he was a very fun guy to be around. People would speed up their cars before they drove over his cousin and if they were driving fast enough, they might get some air time. He wished that he could have also been a bump in the road, but sadly somebody has to be the bump on a log. Many people accused him of being lazy and just sitting there like a bump on a log, but his only job was to be unmoving, inactive, and remain stupidly silent. Every day he sat idly by, being listless, and this made him feel useless, but what else is there to do for a chunk of wood, except for trying not to become part of the equation for how much wood could a woodchuck chuck. His aspiration was for an artist to find him and turn him into an elegant guitar, but with his luck, he would probably end up as a bunch of wood chips and be put in a smoker for some barbecue. Well at least he would smell nice for the occasion.
Written for KL Caley’s Thursday Write Photo – Meeting – Image by KL Caley.