The Glass Therapist

Crash. Penny's bike was a crumpled heap. She ended up over the bonnet of the car, dazed with a severe bump on her head, a badly grazed leg and a bad gash. In a hurry, not concentrating and just on dark she did not see the car coming at the intersection. Emergency services swung into action and after a trip to hospital, she was patched up and some hours later was back in her flat.

Time passed, the wounds healed, the headaches started to disappear. She was slowly getting back into routine but lethargy had crept in, tiredness, a lack of concentration, also unpunctuality. Penny was a busy person. She studied at University, played hockey and belonged to Repertory. She also worked part time at Countdown.

Friends suggested, to go to the chiropractor, osteopath or to try hypnosis. Penny was down to earth and discounted alternative therapies. Some friends knew of great results with colour Raki or crystal therapists.

Some months later Penny still had not recovered. Her boyfriend's mother suggested a glass therapist. After considerable persuasion an appointment was arranged. A very amiable woman ushered her into a modern lounge where two glasses sat on a plain polished table, one plain, and one decorative. The woman explained the attributes of both. “Which glass?” she asked.  "This one or the other glass?", pointing to the decorative one. The session started with her finger on the plain glass, asking personal unrelated questions. The glass had some strange unexpected movements Then the session ended quietly. Nothing was said. No advice, explanations or any reasons given.

Walking home with Rodger that evening Penny stated it was all a lot of rot and discounted the whole strange experience. Later on, imperceptibly at first, the headaches disappeared then the tiredness and then all other symptoms quietly vanished.

Grant Ward