“Imagine the horror that shook the walls, Graciano. Never, never had I imagined that.”
Padre Norton’s words always followed his gesticulations, like thunder did lightning, giving the listener ample time to conjure an appropriate reaction to what might come. But today, his hands and tongue spoke with the unison that tragedy often forges. Rosa had scribbled her flight, with lipstick, on his shaving mirror and vanished. It was as simple as she: “Sorry Padre. I have to go. This is my final massage.”
Padre was the ambitious chaplain left behind by some passing army. He kept inventing ways of being holy and useful. Most recently, he adopted the orphan Rosa with the promise of making an elegant woman of her. Tongues in black mantillas never stopped wagging after that day.
Pedro rolled into the tavern and spotted Padre. He walked over with a serious face. He knelt at Padre’s feet and held his hand.
“Padre, I need your blessing.”
“Why? What is troubling you?”
“Nothing. Bless me that no elegant woman will leave me and run away.”
The whole tavern burst out laughing and Graciano found it hard to stifle a smile. Padre pulled his hand back and shook his head.
“It’s fine, Padre. This too will die down soon.”
“Graciano, was that all I deserved? I gave her the finest food, finest clothing, finest education in the finest English. I even taught her how to use opera glasses. And what do I get – a pathetic message done in lipstick on my mirror?”
Graciano laid his hands on Padre’s shoulder and hoped that he would shut up. His attempts at being pitiable only made him more comical.
“And you know what hurt me the most? She still hasn’t learnt to spell ‘message’ correctly. Now, she won’t ever.”
10 thoughts on “Massage?”
this brought a real wide grin!
On the tracks laid down by O.Henry. Nice.
🙂 v nice!!!
Dear S,>🙂>>Dear P,>🙂>>Dear R,>🙂
Rosa bhaag gayi!! 🙂>Dear Eroteme, wondering where you got such an apt picture for the story. And did Rosa leave behind the lipstick stub for the Padre?;-)>Looks something like that on the dresser 🙂>I sincerely hope, Pedro gets the massage loud and clear!
Hi! Eroteme!>just a quick note…have yet to read this post…..but that table [graphic] IS something >🙂>>Lots like solid pine?>>(*_*)>> Uma>>Proceeding to read this one now.
Eroteme!>>liked that last sentence.>>“And you know what hurt me the most? She still hasn’t learnt to spell ‘message’ correctly. Now, she won’t ever.”>>(*_*)>> Uma
tat was a wonderful message now…>short n spicy
“And you know what hurt me the most? She still hasn’t learnt to spell ‘message’ correctly. Now, she won’t ever.”>>Hehe.. She will, if she gets herself a cell phone.. 😛
Dear M,>🙂 I just searched with the right words and got what fit this post. I am sure he did!! 😀>>Dear Anon-U,>Glad you liked the table and the last line! 🙂>>Dear S,>🙂>>Dear P,>Well, she would only get a msg and not a message with mobile phones!! 😮