Veronni
walked up behind the male, peering over his shoulder with a bewildered look on
his face.
“That’s
beautiful?”
“It’s
special. Such care that’s obvious with every brush stroke, and the choice of
colour perfectly reflects the somber mood of the painting.”
“Then
why was it so good at making people hate me?”
A
pregnant pause filled the air around them for a moment as Mr. Flinn pondered
his next question.
“Veronni,
look around, what do you see?”
Veronni’s
eyes moved over their scant surroundings before he ended on the view of his own
leaning shanty.
“I
see desolation thanks to a government that’s forgotten us…”
Mr.
Flinn waves his hand dismissively.
“Besides
that. I see a poor place that needs help. Children like these are starving and
dying daily all around you, and you cant change that. The people here looked to
you to take their surroundings and use your power of art to make the hideous
look bearable. The moment you unveiled reality to them, they turned away.”
Veronni
hung his head, but when Mr. Flinn clapped him on the shoulder, he looked up
once again.
“Come
with me.” Mr. Flinn leaned in and whispered the words in Veronni’s ear.
“Where?”
“The
AAS. Veronni, you have something special in you. You can still see the beauty
in a world where there seemingly is none.”
“I
have no place in that world, though.”
“You’re
smart, Veronni, you’ll make it. You have nothing here anymore anyways thanks to
your little stunt here. Also. Think of your mother. The income you’d make in a
week would feed this whole street steak dinner for a month. She’d be well taken
care of.”
Veronni’s bottom lip
trembled, but he bit down on it to still it. Even with all his intelligence,
with, and skill, he was still only a kid in the grand scheme of things
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