Plastic (A Very Short Story)
For as long as he could remember, Snip had always wanted to be a flute.
He’d seen an orchestra once, accidentally, and the shiny metal instruments had sparked the fire of his imagination.
Unfortunately everyone around him kept telling him that he wasn’t made of the right stuff, and the most he could ever aspire to be was a recorder IF he got bigger and taller one day. Still, he dreamed.
Until factory day came, he dreamed of all the ditties he would play, excitedly planning his happy future.
He was dreaming right up until it was his turn to go into the machine, to be melted and reformed into something new, ready for sale to the masses.
He went in…and he came out as a peg.