HEALING ~ a drabble ~ (PG-13) In my ready room I rest my head against crossed arms on the desk. Another damned headache. I hear the door open then close but don't lift my pounding skull to see who dares intrude. A moment later hands touch my shoulders, familiar, both gentle and firm as they massage away the pain. When at last blessed relief is complete the hands leave and I slowly raise up. He's sitting on the edge of the desk smiling at me. In his dark eyes I see his pleasure at having healed me once again and I whisper "Thank you, my love." -- Camryn, April 2005 Flip back to the Poems & Prose Index page!