In her 23 years teaching art, Matilda doubted she had ever faced such an intimidating group. Principal Bee, the State Superintendent of Public Instruction and the District Counsellor, looked ready to announce a death sentence.
Pushing her shoulders back, she walked in and tabled the strange old painting.
“What’s this,” the councilman sniggered.
“It’s proof that art matters. It’s why you should not cut the school’s art budget.”
“This masterpiece is supposed to convince us?”
“No,” came the gentle but firm voice of Police Chief Brandon from the doorway.
“I am. Me, the artist who painted that. Anger therapy was what Miss Matilda used to call it. That is the reason why I uphold the law instead of breaking it.”
In response to Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday: Week 37 challenge.