“Okay everyone, great session today!” Isa clapped her hands and smiled, rising to her feet as she stood at the front of the class. This was just one of her weekly yoga sessions and she was pleased with the progress everyone was making. She liked to think it kept their mind away from darker thoughts, at least for the hour they were here anyway. “If you have time, don’t forget to practice some of the poses we learned today. I’ll see you all same time next week!”
With that, the majority of the class rose to their feet and began to tidy their mats away. Isa unplugged the speaker at the front of the room and started to pack it away. Moments later, she could feel someone standing nearby, probably with a question for her or something. “Uh huh?” She asked as she busied herself with the task at hand.
HE KNEW HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE THERE. A sore thumb sticking out amongst the others who looked like they participated daily. Whereas they held tight cores and contorted into positions he couldn’t even attempt, Vincent was a mess a shaking limbs and stiff joints. You need a distraction. The therapist had said. Something to get your mind off of everything. Except his therapist was too thick to understand he dumped all that money into them to avoid making a fool of himself in public.
Any confidence that was brewing inside him dissipates at the sound of her voice. He’s just another face in the class, someone she doesn’t recognize. But perhaps that’s a good thing. Maybe if he doesn’t come next week she won’t notice. ❝ I--uh. Sorry to bug you but I was just curious about something.. ❞ Vincent cursed the idiocy in his tone. As if he’d act that way in a courtroom. ❝ How flexible do you have to be to pull off one of those headstands? I told my buddy I’d be able to do it by his birthday but I can’t even do a child’s pose without my back cracking. ❞
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