Most of us are familiar with the concept of karma, and the saying, “What goes around, comes around.” Today, let’s write about it. Check out today’s writing prompt below, and my completed version of today’s writing prompt below that called, The Music of Karma.
Today’s Writing Prompt: Karma is a …
Karma can yield positive or negative results, depending on one’s actions. Today, write about a fictional character who receives the results of positive or negative karma. Which will you choose for them? Do and can they receive the results of both?
Keep scrolling to see my completed version of this writing prompt.
The Music of Karma, by K.E. Creighton
Yesterday on the way to work, Hector had dropped his last few bucks in the green ball cap in front of the drum circle on the south side of Mag Mile. He heard them, the Bucket Boys, every Tuesday when emerging from Van Buren station on his way to the coffee shop. It always felt like they were beating those plastic buckets just for him, to get him pumped for the day. He knew they weren’t. But it still felt like they were. And he couldn’t help but admire the way they gave so much energy to beating those makeshift drums. It was simple and synchronistic and hypnotic, and so raw, in a way.
Hector was a broke music school student. Or hoped to be one, soon. Regardless, he just had to support real live music, by real artists, every time he had a chance. And street performers never get the recognition they deserve or need, he believed– not even modest nods from most passersby. So, he had recognized them, so intently that he was almost late for his shift that morning.
He had been in such a hurry, in fact, that Hector hadn’t even realized those were the last few bucks on him, the bucks he had dropped in the green ball cap. Until he tried to pay for his breakfast sandwich a few minutes later.
Luckily the lady with long red hair behind him had overheard his mixup and offered to pay for his egg and cheese on rye. He had turned to her and said, “That’s so nice of you, thanks. I didn’t realize I gave away my last few bucks to those guys playing buckets down the street, until now.” She just smiled and said, “No problem. I love listening to them too. Every Tuesday. Besides, I believe in Karma.”
Well, she must have been right. Karma must be real. Because today Hector is sitting across from that same lady with long red hair, in the admissions office for the music school he applied to a few months back. And it had been a shocking but pleasant surprise to hear her say, “Nice to see you again so soon,” as he was entering her office a few minutes ago for his interview.
[All Rights Reserved by K.E. Creighton and Creighton’s Compositions LLC. The above work is a piece of fiction. All names and locations referred to are the product of the author’s imagination and are used entirely for fictional purposes. Any similarities to real-life persons or places are purely coincidental.]
Notes on Completing this Writing Prompt
There are so many ways one could approach this writing prompt. Karma does seem to be all around us, and so real sometimes that it’s almost tangible. Don’t you think?
I suppose I was inspired by music today, as I was writing about karma. I remember hearing the Bucket Boys all the time when I worked in downtown Chicago, so writing this was a little nostalgic for me.