Waiting on the bed in an unfamiliar room, clothes draped on the chair, I thought again about the decision that had brought me here. It was so unlike me (or the me of recent years) to do this, had I made a mistake? Did I give in too easily to the suggestion? Perhaps I should have waited longer, tried to find another way to ease the hurt. Could a strangers hands really give me release from this pain I carried with me? Well, I had paid for an hour, no sense in wasting the money without sampling the goods. Their touch is part pleasure, part pain, but I endure it because sometimes you just have to resort to a remedial massage to fix your neck!
Ceenoa
Resin Nature Art
A Strangers Hands – A Short Paragraph Story
26 responses to “A Strangers Hands – A Short Paragraph Story”
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🙂
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🙂 no need for that.
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You are kind to say so. I have a few others like this, I like the concept of short and sweet, and the twist I work into them.
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It’s pretty good and seems to do the trick. I aske dher how it works and she said it is a just a much faster version of what they do with hands – expanding the space between wherever the sore bit is. All I hear is a click, and a teensy little flick on the skin (or do I only think i feel that when I hear the click?)
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Ceenoa 
Happiness is kind words from a friend …..