House of Cards

Carefully the base cards leaned against each other. They weren’t so different from the ones above them but there was strength in numbers. They couldn’t see how tall their house was but it was good to know that their house was standing strong. Their heads would occasionally get tickled by the cards lying across -- but they didn’t budge.

How different these were to the lone pair on top who thought of themselves as the kings of the card house. They looked down upon their subjects with contempt. If only the rest of the cards knew what the ingrates were thinking.

Someone knocked on the door and their creator turned to open the door. A slight breeze swept in inviting the two impostors to dance. They moved their corners in rhythm but failed to see how it would affect the others. The others, in their naivety, tried to bear it but couldn’t. The house gave way and the mighty fell.

Their creator looked at the mess, and cursed in a language they did not understand. Big hands collected all the cards together and put them back into the same deck.