I was lying at the bottom of a bottomless pit. It was all dark and smelt of an old cardboard box. It was nauseating. I never knew until that moment that life could be so unfair. What had I done to deserve this? I felt a surge of anger and hatred when I realized I was paying for someone else’s carelessness and stupidity. Separated from my partner, my soul mate, thrown into this abysmal abyss , waiting in uncertainty and staring at a bleak future.

I looked around. This was probably my final resting place. I may never see the light of day again. All I could see around me was desperation, despondency, and anger. They were all victims like me. And, to think that we all had had beautiful and glorious days in the past….My, My, what has life come to...

My thoughts drifted back to my days of glory. I was the pride of my family. There was no event that would happen without me. Parties, outings, night outs…I was always there. I felt a combined emotion of warmth and sadness as I remembered how my partner would hold me tightly, real tight.., and together, we would go around the world. We were made for each other. Life was beautiful and happening.

And then, my life fell apart. I lost my partner.. to be precise, I was separated from my partner... None of it was our fault. We were victims of carelessness… we had gone to a party. There we sat at the table with a dozen other couples. And that is when tragedy struck. I came home and he didn’t. He was lost. He probably went with someone else.. yet, I know, he is not to be blamed... Anyway, as fate would have it, our days of idealistic companionship were over. My people tried to find another partner for me, but it never worked. I told you ', we were only made for each other'. For days together, I lived alone, dysfunctional, gathering dust..and then, my people, Yes, my own people, decided to get rid of me... I was thrown into this mess, this dark doomed cardboard box. The world is ungrateful. No one wrote a eulogy for me. So, I gave one for myself.

“Rust in peace, dear ‘lidless’ bottle”

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Real story inspired by the junk I cleared this week...