“I am a rock,” thought the rock. “How dull! I’d much rather be a star.” The star, stuck up in the sky and only visible at night, wanted to be a fish. The fish, who was decidedly odd, wanted to be a finger. So they all got together and pooled their talents, and everyone was happy.
This is in response to The Bookblogger’s flash fiction foray, where the prompt is a title from a song, in this case Simon & Garfunkel’s I Am A Rock. I was going to do something really serious about St. Peter, but I got sidetracked. (If you’re disappointed, St Peter has kindly agreed to be interviewed for the Thursday Interview, though he has yet to confirm a date).