Bowl – Six Sentence Story

Morning Mist

Brian rented in an upscale artist community, but he was not commercially viable as an artist, so he served tables. In one of the new age stores that littered the area he listened while the shop attendant tapped a Tibetan prayer bowl available for purchase in his price range. It sounded nice and he almost bought it, but then he couldn’t see himself meditating to that stuff and fifty bucks was fifty bucks.

Although Brian didn’t know what happened from the time the bus hit him to the time his heart began beating again, he felt changed. Tourist-trap spirituality with its bowls, crystals and satanic supernaturalism no longer interested him. He hungered for the real thing.

Denise offers the word “bowl” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories. This is a continuation of Alternative – Six Sentence Story. Next: Center – Six Sentence Story

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Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

47 thoughts on “Bowl – Six Sentence Story”

  1. No better place for an existential reassessment that at Death’s door. Am I right?
    (Wouldn’t mind hearing more about the adventures and journey of your Brian, and what happens next)

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  2. I love wandering into shops that sell these types of items, and also love to listen to the stories of how these items connect to the supernatural, even though I am pretty skeptical that there actually is any connection. They make for great stories though, and as a fantasy writer, I like a good supernatural story.

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  3. I think a lot of us might be searching for something ‘else’ and aren’t happy with where we’re looking. I’d like to share Brian’s enlightenment… as long as it doesn’t mean getting hit by a bus! Nice story, Frank.

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