“No, it’s not the colour, the colour’s just fine.”
“Is it the lights? I could add more lights.”
“No, no… there are just the right number of lights.”
“Too many fountains? Too few?”
“That’s not it.”
By this time, I was pulling my hair out. I’ve had years of experience judging client expressions, and his told me all I needed to know: he wasn’t happy.
“So, what is it?”
“It’s just… a matter of symmetry, you see.”
I finally saw the problem, and resigned myself to the laborious task of moving the whole thing six feet to the left.
Word count: 99
Prompt: Friday Fictioneers