A gentle hand


Maurice knew he was having a massage but couldn’t quite work out why he appeared to be watching himself have it.

He quickly ran through some recent thoughts as the masseuse released all his tensions.

Ah… The doctor’s earlier that day. ‘You haven’t much time.’ The Doctor had said.

The feeling of weightlessness increased. He smiled to himself. Comfortable, happy.


Maurice felt a bony hand take a firm grip of his. ‘READY?’ Asked the rhetorical voice in his head.

A light somewhere ahead flared slightly and they were through whatever it was they had gone through.

The light faded.

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