Suspended - Part VI

“Suspended” is a fictional story about a New York family — husband, wife and college-aged son — who’ve become disconnected from one another and lost their sense of purpose until a beautiful young woman who claims she’s a hands-on-healer enters their lives and shakes everything up.

THIS IS PART 6 of a FIFTEEN-PART STORY

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15

 

Image: Olya Kobruseva

"I guess you're wondering who I am," Fee said, and it struck him, creepily, that she could read his thoughts.

“Well, my dad didn’t --”

“-- Tell you I’d be staying here?” she said completing his sentence but making it into a question. “Wow, that’s amazing. I’m so sorry about that. It must have been shocking to come home and find a strange woman in your apartment.” She poured tea into a cup from a small ceramic pot Danny couldn't remember ever having seen before. "I'm a healer. I met your dad at a conference on eye repositioning last spring. I've traveled here from Texas to attend a workshop."

Danny didn't say anything, mesmerized by her voice which was soft and gentle with a slight rustic twang to it. And by her face, prettier than he’d thought, with dimples at the cheeks and a wide smiling mouth. She wore her blond hair in a braid. He wondered how it would look loose around her shoulders.

"Ever met a healer before?"

He shook his head. He had no idea what the woman was talking about. 

“Well, Danny, a healer is someone who knows how to move energy around the body in order to clear it of certain physical and mental imbalances. What’d you major in at college?”

“Philosophy. I have one more paper to write before I graduate.”

She poured another cup of tea and held it out to him. Her hands were clean and sturdy, the almond-colored nails clipped short. "A healing session with someone like me could put you in the right frame of mind to write that final paper,” she said as he put down his paring knife and took the cup she offered. “We’ll have to talk about that.”

Cover Image: Gantas Vaiciulenas