The crystals were supposed to usher him into the next level of human evolution. He didn’t know what that would be, since no one had done it yet; maybe he would be able to see into the future, or read other people’s minds. Something, anything other than what he was.
But the crystals broke apart during shipping, and the online seller had disappeared.
He’d spent most of his money on the crystals though, and before that, he’d spent all his money on higher level consciousness classes, and before that it was something else.
Finally he found a link, to a different website, that said what he really needed was a talisman, and his heart skipped beat as he clicked the Paypal button.
Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories prompted by a picture that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every Wednesday. Around 100 people participate, their stories and poems are brilliant; check them out here.