“I think we came to the wrong class,” Ken said.
“Why’s that, dear?” Janine replied.
Ken pointed. “They have massage tables.” (More)
Midday Matinee is our people watching, people doing and people being feature. Join the Woodland Creatures for an afternoon break.
Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include The Leap Second and Tennish. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….
“Well of course they do,” Janine said. “It is a massage class, after all.”
“I expected something … else,” Ken replied carefully.
“Of course you did,” Lynn said as she came to shake their hands. She winked at Janine. “They almost always hope it will be something … else. I hope he won’t be too disappointed.”
“I’m sure he’ll survive,” Janine said.
“Don’t be,” Mark said as he walked in. “My shoulders hurt for two days after last week’s class.”
“That’s progress,” Lynn said brightly. She turned to Janine. “His shoulders hurt for two weeks before last week’s class.”
Mark grumbled. “That was different. Before it was a stabbing pain if I reached for something. After it was a dull throb, no matter what I did.”
Ken backed toward the door. “Honey, I’m not sure….”
“Oh I am, dear,” Janine said. It was her turn to wink at Lynn. “It’s his hip. Well … the back of his hip.”
“A pain in the ass?” Lynn asked with a giggle.
Janine offered a silent, beatific smile.
“Vee are ready?” Natasha asked as she strode in from the back room.
Lynn nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I have two clients.”
Natasha looked at Janine. “Vatt about her?”
“I’m just here to watch,” Janine said.
“You no vatch,” Natasha said, picking up a bamboo pole. “You help.”