Sweet Red Wraps

After making an offsides remark to M at kickboxing I told her she had nice hand wraps. She said she’d like to have me write something about them, I accepted her challenge and this is what came out.
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Slowly the faded fabric touches her skin. My eyes widen as she starts at her thumb, goes down her wrist, across her hand and over her knuckles. The excess strip lazily hangs from her arm, gathering like tangled spaghetti on the dirty floor. Quickly she picks up speed, and in a hurry she tightly twists the red strap over and over until the final edge securely clings to the soft velcro beneath her wrist. She grins and triumphantly raises her fully mummified fist for all to see. Indeed it is a wondrous sight to behold, such precision and care even an Egyptian would be proud. Gentle hands of healing transformed into violent tools of destruction before my very eyes. For nearly an hour crimson flurries slice through the air as she mercilessly pounds and pummels the helpless bag with the aggression of a thousand donkeys. Finally she is finished and the red wraps lay peacefully in the corner. Wet and wrinkled she scoops them up and rolls them tightly, tossing them into her bag for another day of destruction.

3 Comments »

  1. Anthony B. said,

    December 7, 2008 @ 7:55 pm

    aaaaaah, the glorious detail that is given
    brings such emotion to the surface for me…
    Such attention to detail where most would skim over such things is
    impressive..
    Well done son..
    Well done ;)

  2. mego said,

    December 8, 2008 @ 8:22 am

    funny.. i love some of the phrases you used…., and knowing M., it’s a perfect description.!

  3. Phil Steller said,

    December 8, 2008 @ 2:46 pm

    Hmmm… 1000 donkeys.

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