The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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In an interview with my grandmother, Louise, she explained her honeymoon at the mountains with my grandfather. They participated in various activities throughout their week-long trip including a comedy show, an airplane flight, bowling, and much more. In this short story, my grandmother explains her and my grandfather’s experience with a hypnotist. They attended the show with other couples on their honeymoons who were vacationing at the same resort.

The red, velvet seats in the small, but cozy theater brushed against our arms as my husband, Francis, and I took our seats.

            “You ready?” Francis questioned. The lighting dropped, and a large spotlight illuminated the stage. A well-dressed man in about his mid-thirties stepped out from behind the curtain.

            “Welcome,” the man bellowed. He stepped toward the front of the stage and explained his role as a hypnotist, enticing each couple to embrace the journey to come. Rolling my eyes, I glanced at my husband in disbelief. He shook his head and laughed in return.

            Embrace the journey? I thought to myself. In no way was I about to embrace a hypnotic journey. I was happy to remain in my own reality.

A few couples were tough to crack, my husband and I included. As the hypnotist finished his efforts with us, he turned to the couple to our right, John and Karen.

            “I entice you to close your eyes and listen to the sound of my voice. Listen to its rhythms, pitches, and cues. As you listen, relax your body, slow your breath, and clear your mind. Do not focus on anything but the sound of my voice. Now, open your eyes and, Karen, when you hear the word love, I want you to hit your husband,” the young man demanded. My husband and I starred in anticipation, for the hypnosis had yet to work on anyone else.

            “Love,” the hypnotist whispered. Karen abruptly lifted her hand and smacked her husband’s arm. We gasped and began to fidget in our seats uncomfortably. I could not believe my eyes. I leaned forward to look at each of their faces. Their bodies remained strangely still, and their eyes were glossy with an eerie look in them.

            The hypnotist continued, “Now, John, there is an ice cream bar located at the side of this theater. I want you to walk over, put any ice cream of your choosing into a cone, and dump it on your wife, Karen.” I glanced at my husband, thinking there’s no way. John stood, walked to the ice cream bar, filled a cone, and without any expression, extended his long arm over his wife’s head and dumped the ice cream. My husband and I burst into laughter as the couple sat completely still, staring blankly forward with no emotion.

            “John and Karen,” the man urged, “I entice you to come back to reality at the snap of my fingers.” SNAP. The couple blinked repeatedly and turned to face one another in disbelief. They looked toward the hypnotist, who smirked, and then walked in the direction of the next couple.

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1960's
A Honeymoon Resort

In an interview with my grandmother, Louise, she explained her honeymoon at the mountains with my grandfather. They participated in various activities throughout their week-long trip including a comedy show, an airplane flight, bowling, and much more. In this short story, my grandmother explains her and my grandfather’s experience with a hypnotist. They attended the show with other couples on their honeymoons who were vacationing at the same resort.

Decade: 1960s
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Recorded by Devin Corrigan on April 27, 2020
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