He wanted to flap, but the sticky water wouldn’t let him.
He remembered a promise of flight in the folding of his wings, a desire to impress, and a vague fear that he’d always fall short. Above all, he wanted to dance.
He wanted to cry out. Something had gone terribly wrong. Then, everything swayed and shook.
Isla carried the box to the front of the classroom and adjusted the origami crane in the still wet glue. Her teacher smiled. Her classmates tried to look unimpressed.
Isla looked at everything she had made, and found it very good.