In Good Hands

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: March 03, 2018

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Submitted: March 03, 2018



I began the same way I do with all the professional types.  I asked him what he did for a living, but I’m never really listening.  It’s just a setup for my reply, “Right now, your only job is to relax.”  He took a deep breath and sighed.  He seemed genuinely relieved.

I asked him if he needed anything before we began.  A trip to the bathroom, say.  He requested some water to take his medication.  I brought him a glass of the iced sencha we keep in the lobby, then instructed him to disrobe once I exited the room.

When I returned, the older gentleman was lying facedown on the table with the linens pulled up to his torso.  I dimmed the lights, adjusted the sheets and set to work.  I like to set the tone in the first few minutes.  Most prefer to lie in relative silence, listening to the harmonious soundtrack we’ve established.  He moaned in response to whether the pressure was adequate, and it really seemed like a weight was lifted from his shoulders.  I remained quiet after that.

When he seemed cold, I simply raised the temperature of the room.  He didn’t seem to mind. The tissues had sufficiently relaxed, so I performed some additional fascia work before I asked him to turn over.  It’s not uncommon for clients to fall asleep while I’m restoring their bodies to balance, so I hadn’t realized immediately that anything was wrong.

I don’t know what he took but they found the bottle empty.  The body has yet to be identified.  He had reserved the appointment under a pseudonym.  To be precise, the detectives say it was an anagram: Dino Sandhog, in good hands.

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