The fact is, I don’t really know how I got here.
I think it must have started the night they had visitors over. I had been used once or twice during the day, but hadn’t been put back properly. I remember something heavy being placed on top of me. Later in the evening, somebody was clearing up. I was swept off the counter top with lots of other bits and pieces and dropped into the kitchen’s rubbish pot. I had never been in there before.
Then I was tipped into a bag, with things being piled on top of me. I recall the bag being lifted out and the top being tied off. I remember being carried, because I was swinging around. Then a bigger drop and a lid banging down. I seemed to be in there all day, and in the evening everything was moved and a rumbling of wheels was heard.
The next morning there was a lot of noise. There was a great whirling sound of machinery and I was lifted up and tossed into something. Then a great jaw closed down and I was squashed with a lot of other stuff. The noise and the movement went on for hours. Finally I was tipped, and that’s where I am now.
I’m sure I shouldn’t be here because I’m not being used. I was used regularly, before any of this happened. I wish I could glint more, then someone might see me. I’m sure I am needed somewhere!
Meanwhile, at the house.
She says, “I wish I could find that key.”
He says, “Don’t worry, it’ll turn up.”