The Weeping Healer
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was apparently apparent.
As a proclamation of her love, Jenny let the envelope fall to the ground, bah-dah-boom-swoosh.
Mark made his best googly eyes at her wishing he had paid better attention in Ocular Googling 101.
Jenny placed her veil back on her head.
While the two were lost in virtual emotional, but not quite sensational, canoodling they didn't notice Glad Brad opening the tip-top top secret envelope.
Glad Brad cried with joy because the mighty mission for Mark and Matt was to find the Weeping Healer and he’d done it. He’d found the Weeping Healer heeler weeping.
Jenny felt a proposal coming on and wanted to look her best. Suddenly inside the house, Jenny gazed at her yellow hair while combing it in the mirror. Mmmmm. Yellow hair. Like corn, or a Pikachu, or if Pikachu and corn made a baby and it looked like hair. How come Trump always got attention for his hair, but never for Jenny.
She turned her head in time to see the reflection of Mark through the window outside, sitting. She smiled to herself as she adjusted the veil on her head once more and headed for the door.
Matt was sitting outside when he heard footsteps behind him and turned to see Jenny standing before him, her veil sparking in the twilight light. His heart stopped, but not the diabetic kind of stop. The kind of stop that happens when you’re in love.
He stood to face her, brushing the blonde hair and veil from her eyes. Glad Brad, Park, the pirates, Jolly Ranchers, even the Weeping Healer disappeared from his mind. All there was was Jenny.
“Hi Mark,” Jenny smiled. “Can I ask you a question?”
“You can ask me anything.” He took her hands in his hands and held her hands with his.
“What did the Weeping Healer whisper to you before he disappeared?”
“He said I should know two things. First, that it’s okay that I’ve never read the Harry Potter series. I’m still a good man.” Mark swallows hard. “And second,” his voice cracks, “is that the Weeping Healer can’t heal my weeping, only love can.”
He reached in his pocket and pulled out a watermelon Jolly Rancher ring pop, then bent down on one knee. “Jenny, will you marry me?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Mark jumped up and took Jenny in his arms, then watches the sun set over the ocean. "I loved this day," he tranquilly whispered to his fiancé. "It was so new, and so day-ish. And so over. But that’s ok, because I have many days ahead, and I can spend them with you."
A single tear falls down his cheek, but not a sad tear like the tear he shed that morning because sad things had happened to him, but a happy tear because he was healed, but not by a Weeping Healer heeler, but by hope for a happy future, and true love.
The End.
Acknowledgements
Bill Gates, Gandhi, or Michael Jordan once said that a smart man surrounds himself with smarter people because it makes him even smarter. Though I wrote this entire piece on my own, I received vital help from the following good and talented people.
Michael Bacera
Andrea Taber
Mercedes Yardley
Meri Kay Schiller
Monique Luetkemeyer
Carolyn Greiner
Erin Shakespear
Tristi Pinkston
Kasie West
Lisa Crandall
Judy Casper
Debbie Davis
Susan Curtis
Patrice Loibner
Kalleen Halvorsen
Donna Newell
Nichole White
Jessica Parker
Rebecca Talley
Diane Jortner
Jen Johnson
Marsha Keller
Michelle Tams
Terry Deighton
Cindy Bennett
Julie Donaldson
Karlene Browning
Melanie Mason
Whitney Hemsath
Teresa Zwygart
Todd Bliss
Cory Bickmore
Michael Colleran
Lisa Mangum
Graham Bradley
Tara Mayoros
Cory Steed
Amber Argyle
Greg Steed
Sandra Jarvis
James Duckett
and Michelle Wilson