Conceptual

By Alice Modica

I wasn’t fully aware of what my husband saw in this type of modern art. I had only agreed to go to this art exhibit as a sort of last resort to revive our relationship, but I was having trouble understanding what emotion could possibly be portrayed by a banana taped to a wall. We stood side by side, eyes focused on the dull, metallic shine of the Duck tape contrasting the freckled, ripe yellow banana. 
“So,” he paused in anticipation. We looked at each other, his green eyes unblinking. He squinted at me, confused as to why I was not responding. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to ask me, or rather what he wanted me to say. He was a confusing man, I had not, after all, married him for his communication skills. “So…” I responded, staring back at him, almost unable to break his gaze. 
“What do you think?” He said, staring for another moment before glancing back at the banana. I looked back at him, searching for something. Wondering how the answer I gave would affect us as soon as we left this gallery.