Bookmark – Six Sentence Story

Jeremy’s Bible had a red ribbon glued to the spine which served as a bookmark. Being a gift from his mother he kept it in great shape by not reading it.

Motivated by some controversy that stormed from social media onto his imagination, he opened the book expecting to get to the bottom of the mystery in no time. However, the parts he thought he knew he realized he barely knew at all and the parts he didn’t know – oh, those awesome parts he now knew he didn’t know – humbled him.

Years later when the cover fell open because the spine of the book had crumbled he noticed his mother’s handwriting. She wrote in small letters, shyly so as not to offend and yet boldly so as not to encourage unbelief, “May your life be blessed, my dear Jeremy.”

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Denise offers the word “bookmark” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Red Blossoms
Red Blossoms

Author: Frank Hubeny

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

39 thoughts on “Bookmark – Six Sentence Story”

  1. Great story, Frank. I have a book (not a Bible) that was given to me by a dear friend who has long since passed away. Seeing what he wrote always makes me think of him and smile. I imagine that’s the was Jeremy felt here.

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  2. Y0ur Six this week makes me think of a joke (more of a humorous observation) that I suspect if funny in a multitude of occupations, avocations, professions and the like. A generic example: best place to hide something from an overly-confident employee/trainee is in the book of rules/instruction manual.

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