Hypnotized.

We met in the bathroom, exchanged smiles and greetings. As we made small talk, her hands flowed into wide, smooth circles, her thumbs making rings with index and pointer fingers. I asked after her plans for the holiday. She reworked the words of my questions into inquiring answers. I found myself responding to her questions with her words. Slowly her hands traced circles. Slowly her hands guided my words, orchestrating my sentences. A stringless puppet-master. She flashed a wink and a smile, then passed through the door. I wondered why my chin was tracing circles in the air.

~ by smnd on July 5, 2009.