Ved
	With a final, painfully long stoke, he was done. Stepping back from his latest piece, he observed it with a smile, looking over each and ever line of it, making sure it was perfect, and it was. He loved painting, and lived and breathed art, it was his current passion, and he had dedicated many hours to it, of course only on the rare occasion when he was free. This current piece though, was to be a donation to his favorite local coffee shop. The store was covered in thirteens, and he had decided to create a painting for it. Though at a slow pace, he had managed to complete it. With a hazy tan background, splattered with different shades of Brown and red, and the letter in large, curvy and smeared print, 13. Lifting it up, he smiled at the painting lightly before dropping a bit of black wax on the corner, and stamping in his signature with a loud thump. After, he left it to dry as he did a few chores around the house, before wrapping it up and taking it downstairs, setting it in the back of his old, black, metal truck.

	Driving to the shop, at a fairly steady speed, he allowed himself to drift a bit, letting down his guard for a moment before a flood of geographical relevance poured into his mind. Below his town was nothing but miles of stone and clay, the occasional diamond formation and water-wells. As his mind continued to travel uncontrollably, he saw the miles and miles of liquid metal that made up the earth's core. Flashing back, he slammed on the brakes, less than thirty feet away was a red light, and with no cars behind him, he was lucky not to cause an accident.

	After a few more minutes, he made it to the coffee shop, unloading his painting and walking in with a smile and his donation for the building.