A Taste of Things to Come

20 Oct

Meg lay on the massage bed and breathed deeply while her shoulders and upper back were kneaded. The lights were low, and everything about the room screamed serenity. The gentle aromatherapy scent; the carefully arranged products; the pan pipe music; it was driving her insane. She left the children with Jane, given her instructions to the housekeeper, Loretta and now here she was being pampered and it was irritating her.

The day ahead consisted of a trip to get her highlights done and a coffee in the afternoon with a couple of women who she found interminably dull with their charity dinners and their latest buys from Double Bay.

‘Are you alright Mrs Watt? You’re tapping the bed,’ the masseuse asked.

Meg became conscious of her hand, and realised that it had been tapping a lot recently – impatient and looking for occupation.

‘Sorry, I’ll try to relax.’ But that was the problem, her body was a relaxed as it could be, her mind was as relaxed as it could be, and it was stressing her out. ‘In fact, could we just finish now? I’m just not in the right mood for this today.’

‘Have I done anything wrong?’ The girl said, panic rising in her voice.

‘No, no, not at all it’s me. Today’s just not a good day.’

‘And is the massage not helping? My other clients tend to find it helps improve their day.’

Meg rolled herself over, and sat up, tucking the towel about her. ‘It’s fine. Thank you, but I’m done for now.’

‘Should I make you another appointment while you get changed?’

‘No. I think I’m done with massages for a while.’ The girl looked absolutely crestfallen, so Meg quickly added that she would ensure that the owner knew it wasn’t anything to do with her. But the girl still left the room looking like she was going to cry at the blame she would undoubtedly bear for the loss of such a good client, no matter what Meg said.

Once she was dressed, Meg cancelled her afternoon coffee and hair appointment before coming out to the waiting area. She paid for the massage, and handed a large tip to her therapist in the view of the boss.

So – this is obviously part of something else. What it is part of will be revealed shortly (although this section didn’t make the final draft). In the meantime, it will do for the prompt for October 1st at Creative Writing Ink


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