Blahsphemy

There were only 31 left. The rest lay forgotten. Soon these will also give way to the new. A fresh lot will appear and the cycle will repeat. 

A lost memory returned. There were no celebrations for its return. No one hugged it. It just stood there in a corner like an unwanted guest at a party. 

I have been living a lie all these years. As an ideal son. A good student. A reliable friend. A devoted husband. A loving dad. A law abiding citizen. A good neighbor. An ideal employee. Everything was what others wanted to see. Was I any of that, I still don't know. I don't even know if that's me staring back from the mirror. 

I am ready for fame. I am bisexual. Fallen in love. Had a same sex relationship. Fathered a few children. The voice droned off and on at the other end of the confession box. The priest struggled to focus as his aged body sank in to a stupor induced by a heavy lunch and a few glasses of wine. Before his mind slipped away into slumberland he wondered how lord almighty managed to be famous all these years.  

Do you want to write? Asked the paper. The pen didn't know how to react. It was pretty unusual for the paper to make the first move. The pen felt the ink boil inside him. But in the heat of the action he could just spurt out a few nasty ink blobs. The paper felt dejected. It was her first attempt at getting the upper hand and all she had was a few ugly blots to show for it.    

Will one get any richer  Watching life float by like water hyacinths Or become a lonely island?  

The list grew by the day. It was like a hungry serpent which gobbled up anything on its way. The more he fed it, the more it grew. At one point it looked as if it would gobble up his life as well. So he slashed it down mercilessly and fed it to the dustbin.