The Healer

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Suzanne’s daughter Danielle lay in her hospital bed. The doctors said they could find no cure for her.

Barbara was upset. “You’re bringing in The Healer? Mystical claptrap! He’s not a real doctor.”

Suzanne smiled at her sister. Barbara spent most of her time obsessing about her looks. She tried new hairdos weekly. She’d tried countless fad diets, but the ravages of middle-age made dieting an uphill battle.

Bless her heart. At least when the chips were down she worried about someone else.

“He’s a mutant. Maybe he can help.”

“Or harm,” warned Barbara.

“What choice do I have?”

The Healer arrived and, without ceremony, he began to work. His fingers passed into Danielle’s chest leaving no mark. They hovered there until he withdrew a shimmering light. He released it and it dissipated.

Danielle’s eyes finally opened after months. She was healed!

Mother and daughter hugged each other and cried.

Barbara pulled the enigmatic Healer aside.

She looked at him with utmost concern. “What can you do for cellulite?”
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Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/01/29/fffaw-challenge-week-of-january-30-2018/