Title: Life is like...
Character: Winry Rockbell
Word count: 203
AN: This is the shortest of all the drabbles I have written for this fic thus far, which is why I'm posting it first (if that makes sense to anyone. ^^') Kind of like a teaser, I suppose? Please review if you like it. Reviews make me type (and think) faster.
Mechanic that I am, I spend a lot of time working with metal.
Life is like metal.
Sometimes, metal is my best friend, my comfort. It's my profession.
Metal won't fail you when you need it. It's strong, it's solid, it's constant.
Metal will adapt for you. Mold it into what you need most. For example, a right arm and a left leg.
At the same time, metal can be fickle and untrustworthy.
The same metal leg that can help a cripple to walk can be the sword that crippled him in the first place.
The same metal bars that hold an inmate in prison can be the bullets that the convict shot to land him in there in the first place.
Life is much the same. It's random and unpredictable and not always on my side. When things go my way, they go perfectly, like my very best craftsmanship, which I can't show you right now because there's an alchemist somewhere out there who's got it and won't be coming back until he's either broken it or eliminated its necessity. However, when things don't go my way, nothing goes right, like a piece that cools too quickly and shatters and I have to start over.
Life is like metal... my fair-weather friend.