The Tooth Slayer

Grinding to a halt his jaws clenching and crunching Tim had tried all treatments under the sun like pills and the couch hypnosis even osteo-cranial touches But his resentments would not abate his vision collapsed ‘an eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth’ he held firm in decay Raging with no temerity anywhere near he nevertheless felt barren arid infertile unable to grow away from his pain Maybe a soothsayer would attest reason from potions and magic so that the saga of misery would be killed by the sage yet Tim’s obsessive proclivity surrendered all change for the better When incense and herbal infusions only incensed him even further he sought wisdom from a witch in the forest a bone monger of sorts the nuance between nonsense and insight mattered no longer some old woman with a wart on her nose would make him walk again She spelt out her price and demanded a token of appreciation only one rib of them all so she could suck out malicious poison and get clear sight of the aperture so far occluded by marrow A story as old as Methuselah or Methuse-Laara to be true in this case and a wonderful renaissance of stem cell therapy for recovery 28th October 2018 The meaning of the name Laara is said to be famous woman ‘Eight word challenge’ contest sponsored by John Hamilton Aperture Attest Barren Temerity Saga Proclivity Nuance Marrow