BLUE MOON
he passes the rock to me; I accept it with both hands after a moment of hesitation.
This is it then, the moment of truth, the little weird rock will dictate the path of my life forever.
It's heavy and cool in my palms, somewhat chalky. I brush my right thumb over the smooth surface and then look at the pad of my finger, slightly expecting there to be a white residue on my finger.
There isn’t.
Hmm.
“Look into the moon child” the abbot coaxes
I blink slowly, and upon closer inspection, I notice the rock is a slivery blue not white as I initially thought
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