Gift

She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. It wasn't one of those 'I'm faking being happy just so you don't ask me what's wrong' smiles, oh no it was one hundred percent genuine. Her teeth as white as cotton were revealed as the gates of her mouth, her full red lips, opened wide to share the mirth with me. I was so lost in her smile that I was almost oblivious to what began to happen all around me.

It was as if her magical touch brought everything to life. In a world made of metal, this was a fascinating sight. The trees and the birds, even the ground began to sing. Each had their own distinctive note; together they sounded like a grand symphony.

And thus metal was born.