He stepped back from his creation and allowed himself a phantasmagorical moment: fire-flash success, homecoming parades, applause, back-slaps, pretty girl hugs and you the MAN high fives.
She looked over the creation with that quizzical look, said it was nice, and asked him to remember to pick up milk on his way home from work.
They said nothing, regarding the creation, as they tossed it aside and generated their standard rejection slip.
He lugged his creation up the well worn steps to the attic, added it to his crowded menagerie, and wondered what might come of it all after he was gone.
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