The Alchemist
“I’d lend it to you but I dropped it in the toilet,” Helga said.
I had been looking for books for my BART commutes. Helga’s suggestion was unfortunately checked out of all libraries in the area and held a price of $15 for the small paperback novel. Forget it.
Forgotten.
There’s a Thai restaurant on Lombard Street I sometimes ate at during my lunch break. On my way there I noticed a book in a ditch with a bus ticket for a bookmark. The street was empty. I took the book.
I started reading The Alchemist - an inspiring fable of a Sheppard who follows the signs in life that many overlook. I had overlooked something.
I called Helga.
“What was the name of that book?”
But the path was written in the omens, and there was no way I could go wrong
- The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho
I had been looking for books for my BART commutes. Helga’s suggestion was unfortunately checked out of all libraries in the area and held a price of $15 for the small paperback novel. Forget it.
Forgotten.
There’s a Thai restaurant on Lombard Street I sometimes ate at during my lunch break. On my way there I noticed a book in a ditch with a bus ticket for a bookmark. The street was empty. I took the book.
I started reading The Alchemist - an inspiring fable of a Sheppard who follows the signs in life that many overlook. I had overlooked something.
I called Helga.
“What was the name of that book?”
But the path was written in the omens, and there was no way I could go wrong
- The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho