Matilda had a problem with her right hand that prevented her from closing her five fingers into a fist to pound it against the side table signaling the power of her displeasure when watching the news on TV. Her husband took her to doctors who listened to her give them a piece of her mind because they clearly had no clue what was wrong with her and one even discretely slipped her husband the name of an exorcist.
When a healer visited a local church her husband figured that a healer was a good enough proxy for an exorcist and encouraged Matilda to stand in line with others needing something or other. Since there were many in line the healer had time to only touch her forehead, as he did all the rest, and move on which annoyed Matilda because she expected a bit more than that. Besides, those on either side of her were jumping with joy that their ailments, likely candy-induced toothaches or well-deserved headaches, were suddenly gone while she was no better off than before.
Mumbling she left the church raising her hand against her husband with a fully clenched fist and letting him have it as he noticed, “Matilda, you’re hand is healed!” which would have been a happy ending to this tale except by the time they got home to test her recovery by giving the table a good wallop she could no longer clench her fist.
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Denise offers the prompt word “power” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
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Breakthrough – A Follow-up Six Sentence Story
Some may be concerned about Matilda.
After her failed healing, after her hand refused to clench into a fist, she began to laugh. Her husband laughed as well. Suddenly she had no desire to clench her fists. As the power of the breakthrough fell upon her she wondered why she ever did.
She and her husband were healed.
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Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
Not to be able to clench our fists in anger would be a blessing – one the world could use right now.
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It is a blessing. Thank you, Dan!
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Haha! Good ending Frank.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome 😉
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Wow the twist and turn of this story! Well written…the ending is superb
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Thank you and blessings to you!
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That’s a twist of an ending.
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Thank you, Cassa! Blessings to you!
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laughing is good medicine!
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It is. They both finally were healed. Thank you, ren!
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Great story and thanks for the follow up to the story.
Blessings.
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Thank you and blessings, Michael!
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Good one!
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Thank you, Chris!
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I’m with the others, excellent twist at the end of your Tale of Two Hands!
(Great message! No one should watch TV. Maybe if they realized they had no audience, they would stop being so awful to each other*.)
*whoever ‘they’ are, of course
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Very good point about not watching TV. That would solve a lot of problems. Thank you, Clark!
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He came that we might have peace. There’s no peace in being angry all the time. Nice story.
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Good reminder about His coming that we may have peace. Thank you, Mimi!
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Oh dear! At least she’s now come to terms with her inability to give the table a good wallop!
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Thankfully she no longer has any desire to. Thank you, Keith!
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She’s quite something. It’s best she can’t make a fist, look how she used the one she had.
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As I was thinking about this side table, I am surprised it is still in one piece. Thank you!
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I guess she’ll just have to use her hands for friendly waves. 🙂
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Friendly uses are better. Thank you, Mark!
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