Jess Impiazzis First Tickle — 1

Jess opened her mouth to answer, but then the kitten did something absurd. It pounced on a loose thread dangling from the cuff of Sam’s flannel shirt. The thread was long, and as the kitten tugged, it unraveled a spiral of blue cotton. Sam, startled, jerked his arm. The thread wrapped around Jess’s wrist.

Sam tugged again, this time letting the thread brush against the side of her ribs. No one—not even Jess—knew that her lower ribs were a secret map of nerves she had successfully ignored for thirty-two years. But the thread was softer than a finger, more persistent. It traced a slow, zigzag path from her hip to her armpit. jess impiazzis first tickle 1

A laugh. Not a polite one. A real, unhinged, honking laugh that sounded like a goose being tickled by a duck. Jess slapped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late. The first wave hit her like a rogue wave. She curled sideways on the sofa, knees to her chest, as the thread—still attached to the kitten, who was now joyfully zooming around the room—continued its assault. Jess opened her mouth to answer, but then

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“What was that?” she whispered.

“Your first real one,” he corrected. “The first time you let your guard down enough to feel it.”