Image: Walter Reed physiotherapy store 1920s
My wife is an odd woman. For Christmas she and her girlfriends decided to give us blokes a day in the regenerating spa of Dr Frankenfurter.
The brochure said it all. ‘ Reinvigorate your life with a day in my revolutionary heat box.’
So thinking what was there to lose and a day away from the old block and tackle wouldn’t be such a bad thing off we went.
At first it was pleasant, I felt the pores in my skin opening, I felt the heat gradually rise, the towel around my neck gathered the perspiration as it began to pour from my brow.
I looked and noticed Brownie looking distressed. There was nothing reinvigorating happening to Brownie. He appeared to be shrinking, first his shoulders disappeared, then his chin, by then he began to make plaintiff cries for help but it was all too late for within seconds he disappeared into the box.
A pork like aroma filled the room.
The Dr entered, opened Brownies box, and without a word, wiped down the inside before inviting in the next client.
Jonesy and I were dumfounded.
Written for: http://caveofscribes.starvingactivist.com/2014/12/15/scribes-cave-picture-prompt-52/
Morpethroad 
Interesting story. What happened to the two of you that were left? lol
We were well and truly reinvigorated.
And left the other guy to frankenfurter to whatever. Gee, nice friends. LOL
Sadly Brownie was Brownie no longer
Poor Brownie 😦 I suspect Dr Frankenfurter is experimenting with essence of Brownie.
I must admit Michael, I am having trouble thinking of something this week.
Its a challenging image Lyn, maybe focus on one character? I appreciate you dropping by.
Is that where they got the name box brownie? 😉
No Jenny, in this case is was more a boxed Brownie.
Loved this and the photo,Michael. The first “gym” I ever joined (MANY years ago) had these heat boxes lined up at the back of the room. Only men used them so it looked just like that photo. (I used to wonder what would happen if they couldn’t get the doors to them open–maybe what happened to Brownie?) The “roller” machines were at the front of the room for women (only) to sit on to tone their derrieres. Lol, what a funny memory your piece evoked!
Glad I was able to bring back some giggly memories Mandy. Have a good day.
Poor Brownie but a funny story. I hope the word doesn’t get out I know some women who will send their husbands for a Brownie treatment.
Yes I well imagine there would be a few and a few men who would send their wives.
I was feeling peckish until this … well done! And yes, poor Brownie! 😀