Listen To Your Aunt Meg
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I handed my coupon to the receptionist who showed me to a room. I'd never visited a spa and was grateful for the privacy to undress and don the fluffy white towel that barely covered my vulnerability for the next 2 hours.
I entered the sauna and tried to relax. This was my getaway. Stop thinking about the kids, the chores, the checklist.
This letter includes a coupon to Tranquility Spa. Use it.
When I felt calm, I went back to my room and laid on the massage table. Soon a worker came in but I was too embarrassed to look. My muscles were tense and did not take a liking to the pressure.
Stress is what has weakened my heart. Do not let it eat you up, too.
I relaxed into the lavender scented hands drawing tension from within. I began to cry.
Love, Aunt Meg
Meg always took care of me. Her last letter was a plea and a command. I missed her so much.
I lay there long after the masseuse left. My mourning clothes waited for me on the chair.
I left them there.
Meg always hated black.
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Comments (4 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
You've managed to develop not one, but two characters, and a complex relationship, all in a very short amount of text.
I'm trying to study your endings, because they always tie up your stories so nicely.
I also really like how you've layered the text of the letter and the narration of the spa moment. The pacing is just right.
- #1730 Posted 3 years ago
- 5 out of 5
<3 That's the best comment ever!
- #1734 Posted 3 years ago
Wait did she walk out the spa naked?
- #1751 Posted 3 years ago
- 5 out of 5
Maybe in her underthings...
- #1752 Posted 3 years ago
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