Bell RINGING by Lisa Longbottom
A satisfying ‘ping’ fills the air as I flick my Tibetan handheld brass bell.
‘You’re doing just great,’ purrs the woman on YouTube. I wave the bell into the corners of my lounge, chanting aloud.
‘I am in control of my own destiny. I am a strong and independent woman. My home is peaceful and pure, filled with positive energy…’
‘What on earth…?’
The cynical tone in my twin sister’s voice penetrates the air as she flings open the door. ‘Not this again! I thought you’d stopped this nonsense.’
‘Haven’t you heard of knocking?’ I know I sound annoyed. ‘And it’s not nonsense. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to carry on. I’m cleansing the energy.’
‘Don’t let me stop you,’ Jen mutters, plonking herself on the sofa. ‘I’ll watch.’
‘Energy cleansing is not a spectator sport.’ I say in my huffiest voice, ‘Haven’t you got somewhere else you need to be?’
But it’s obvious from the way she’s sprawled that she doesn’t, so, with a
