Tingles

It was just his hands.  The way they moved.  She stood there, mesmerized as the feeling, the tingles, moved through to the top of her head.  They were simple, steady… purposeful.  Something grabbed her attention and focused it there.  And she was glad as for the moment, she felt nothing but relaxed.  It just the same as when her mother whispered her to sleep so long ago, and it had been so long ago.  But now she found it again, that peace.  That feeling found her once again.

Micro-flash fiction written by Jeremy C Kester
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