Chapter 3

I made this one shorter because it is the first kind of mystical moment, so th readers think back to it.

When Hirono got home the first thing he noticed was the message light on cell phone was blinking. “ Hello, Mr. Sawega this is Mr. Atobe speaking, you called saying you wanted to sell some paintings to the gallery, I would like to tale a look at these paintings first, please come over to my gallery at 10 o’clock tomorrow thank you.” Walking over to something covered in a sheet, Hirono pulled it off to reveal an easel. Digging through a bag he pulled out some brushes and paints. The first color graced the canvas leaving a trail of grey. More colors followed as the brushed danced its way around. A graceful feather, the strokes holding it for eternity. The scene turned into the rook top of the school, covered in snow, I Christmas Tree sat in the center. The pool was frozen over and showed a bright moon that lit the ground with the help of candles glowing coldly; the city lay below lit up and bright the bells of the church swaying back and forth glittering. An image that was like a deep pool and sucked you into it, threatening never to release you. An image of another universe created by another god.

By the time Hirono put his brush down it was late and Hirono decided to go strait to bed.