Tale Weaver No 106 9/2/17 – Touch

Thank you Michael for this week’s prompt:
https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/19271780/posts/1331787499

loving handsImage: Loving Hands Table Sculpture

A Touch of Magic

He could feel the heat before she actually touched him.
On contact, she sought out the source with sensory butterfly fingers.
No massage or pressure, no potions or pills, no oils or creams.
Just the simple touch of her hand, and the pain would disperse.

Never in the same place twice, she would find the trauma in his body, and lay her hand on his skin.
Contented, trusting and mellow, he would feel it leave him, and sleep.
No medication had ever had this effect.
He was almost whole again.
Today, the curtain of darkness would rise and he would see her for the first time, a woman who had given everything for him to become again the man he used to be.

Today the final act had come and she knew that as the curtain fell, he would shun her .
Gently, she put her fingertips to his closed eyelids.
He felt a tingling as small stars of light suddenly became images out of the shadows he had lived with for so long.

Totally spent, she shrank from him as if swallowed and regurgitated by the fabric of the cushion upon which she sat.
Old, wizened and almost bald, this creature was covered in the warts, grotesque growths and open ulcers she had extracted from him.
Only her hands, with their long tapered fingers of healing, remained elegant and unmarked.
He thought she was beautiful.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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12 Responses to Tale Weaver No 106 9/2/17 – Touch

  1. Lorraine says:

    An amazing tale woven with imagery, sensuality, incredible “feeling” — so beautifully written and with such love of the words, of the story.

  2. Michael says:

    This is a great tale Di and such a powerful exploration of touch. Thanks so much for once again contributing to the tale weaver…

    • The idea came from a mixture of things, but mainly that I only have to rest my hand on Hubby’s back or shoulder where he’s getting the pain, and it just goes. My hands have always tended to be warm anyway, and with the ‘menopause in a box’ medication, guess I’ve got plenty of reserves now!
      (I still have my hair by the way)

  3. lbeth1950 says:

    This knocks me out. What a woman!

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