Thursday, October 21, 2021

Six Sentence Stories - Treatment

By clicking the link at the bottom of the page for Six Sentence Stories - Treatment, you will be able to read some of the other entries this week. Some of the stories are a one-time entry, while others are part of a serial Six Sentence Stories. Some of the serials even have shared participants occasionally. It is always interesting to see what writers are going to do with the prompt word that changes weekly. Thanks Denise for hosting this weekly blog hop.


As they ambled between the tables and into the rooms looking at all the items that had once apparently been used by the now deceased woman, some who knew her were not surprised at all by what they were seeing.


They were the ones who knew of some of the suffering that she had endured and the challenges she had getting answers to what ailed her, but others just shook their heads in disbelief at what they believed couldn’t have possibly been a treatment prescribed or suggested by a medical doctor, but rather a quack.


Those who had come to understand how desperate people can become when they just want some relief remembered back to earlier days of their own lives when some of their experiences seemed similar to Job’s. That enabled them to give a little grace to those shoppers who laughed or made unkind remarks about someone who considered trying some of the ideas discussed in the old books and musty magazines scattered on the tables.


Perhaps had the woman felt better and realized how she and her life would be viewed by eyeing her household remains, she would have made a point to dispose of some objects, but she never quite knew when one or another might need to be put into action once again.


A woman who seemed to be in charge of the estate sale, rang a bell and loudly announced that everything was now half off, and with that even those scoffers who had been shopping all day and who now had backaches grabbed a few of those books and products guaranteed to relieve pain and made their way to the cashier.


Denise of Girlie On The Edge's Blog
is the host of the blog hop
Six Sentence Stories - Treatment





15 comments:

  1. It looks like the scoffers were waiting for everything to be half-off. Good reference to Job. He also didn't know how to get relief until God spoke to him.

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    1. Thanks, Frank. Like many at such sales, they are trying to get the best deal, even if it means waiting to the last day and last hour of the sale.

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  2. Those who have suffered long know the desperation that makes you leap for any possibility, grasp at any straw. Well told!

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  3. I have never been to an estate auction, much less known a person whose estate is being auctioned.
    I must be very...complicated for those who knew the deceased and must watch their earthly possession be acquired by total strangers.

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    1. I haven't actually attended an estate auction, but I have been to some estate sales. I have heard of sad experiences descendants have had at estate sales for their loved ones.

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  4. I'm tempted to have a clear out of my chattels right this minute.

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  5. Your Six is very moving, Pat. Those "unkind" individuals lacking in compassion are always with us. No one, except the deceased and their family, can know of the type of struggles an individual faces in life when it comes to illness.

    P.S. Thank you, for your participation!

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    1. Thanks, Denise. Thanks for welcoming those of all different writing skill sets, backgrounds, beliefs, etc.

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  6. Good Six, Pat. It does make us mindful as to what we might leave behind when we're no longer here.

    Excellent summary too of us lot at the Six:

    "Some of the stories are a one-time entry, while others are part of a serial Six Sentence Stories. Some of the serials even have shared participants occasionally. It is always interesting to see what writers are going to do with the prompt word that changes weekly. Thanks Denise for hosting this weekly blog hop."

    Hear, hear!

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  7. I'd like to think that had I been there, I'd have given a little thought to what her life was like, given by what I saw.

    I can't imagine what some folks would make of my place if I were to suddenly pop off tomorrow!

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    1. I'm sure you would have given kind consideration to what her life might have been like. For those who move often, they downsize a little (or a lot) with each move, but if one has been in one place a long time, things tend to accumulate and before you know it you realize that those things have been used in years. As to your last comment, "me too."

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  8. This is such a touching story. No-one except for the deceased woman herself probably knew what all these things were for.

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    1. Thank you Astrid. I suspect many did not know, or realize that they may have required batteries or perhaps a remote to use them, etc.

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