I just had a 1 hour massage.
I am in pain.
My massage therapist commented early on in the torture, “Your rhomboids are Rice Krispy-like.” I’ve heard bad lines, but that was just about the worst ever. While Katniss was wrenching cereal bits from my shoulder blades, I was wondering what else she might find…like m and m’s somewhere mid-thigh, or baguettes just north of my hips?
Lying there in pain, internal dialogue kept me from biting through my bottom lip.
The rice krispy line may be a contender for a Bulwer-Lytton prize. Perhaps third person and extended, of course to no more than 60 words. This could be my chance at a literary prize. To hell with Pulitzers. I seriously think I am going to enter the B-L Fiction Contest, where www means wretched writers welcome, where infamy=fame, and notoriety is the goal.
I actually turned myself in to massage therapy to solve chronic back pain and the therapist ended up curing something I didn’t know I had. When all food groups were said and done and I was getting dressed, I realized my range of motion had miraculously expanded. My arms were free-wheeling machine-like blades, accomplishing feats I could only imagine until then. I just assumed the limited range of motion was just me, not a screwed up version of me. It was Rice Krispies all along causing my writers block.
But, I am in pain.
What food groups are causing you pain?