short story #49

Alvaro Adizon
Aug 26, 2019 · 5 min read

When I was in second grade, it occurred to our teacher how clever it would be to organize, in our classroom, an exhibit of dinosaurs made out of recycled materials. It would be very educational. It would remind the school body of the doomed fate of our own species if we did not recycle.

“Each of you make any dinosaur you want,” he said. “Out of the junk you find lying around your house.”