Jimmy was desperate. He had just gotten the diagnosis from his medical doctor that he had Rheumatoid Arthritis. Now, he sought the help of a medicine man.
The medicine man asked him, “What was the diagnosis from your doctor?”
“I can cure you of it,” replied the medicine man, “but first, you must come into my hogan and smoke a peace pipe with me.”
Jimmy walked with the old man into the hogan and together they smoked the peace pipe.
He remembers feeling relaxed but doesn't remember much after that. He awoke from his relaxed and peaceful state with his hands perfectly normal.
“This is wonderful! I am cured!”
The old medicine man smiled and winked, “That's what they all say.” Secretly he knew, the healing powers were in the magic of the peace pipe.
Thank you Artycaptures for our photo prompt this week!
This is my 137 word story for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt that is kindly photographed by our participants and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It's fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.
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