A touch of tenderness

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

The Cathedral by Rodin.

My son gleefully squeezed harder at the knotted muscle in my shoulder, with a ‘Now I’ve got you’ as I groaned in agony. We have established and agreed that he has a slightly sadistic tendency where I am concerned. It may have something to do with my knack of getting just the right spot on the painful muscles as we got his body working again. Day after painful day, for months on end. So now it is payback… and he appears to enjoy it. He still manages to lay the blame squarely on my aching shoulders, muttering something that sounds vaguely like ‘hereditary’.

He is a little more squeamish than I. His face screws up in horror as my wrist bones crunch back into place when he applies traction. It is, however, nice to regain freedom of movement occasionally. So I make him do it…

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The Switch…#writespiration

Pinned doll - 1

The  Switch

The witch said it would be okay. Said he would be given a smarter uniform after the switch, looking down at his military serge and smiling – like a new version of that, she said, but with better ventilation. He thought about that, about the hot nights on duty, and agreed…

For Sacha’s 52 word challenge

Image: with apologies to Kendal Tattoo Studio, whose hilarious outdoor sign I photographed!