Hatha Yoga

by Johannes Springenseiss

The yoga instructor keeps barking out the poses without demonstrating them. I imagine her a drill sergeant ordering the recruits to do eight hundred pushups. When one of them falls face in the dust, she walks over, steps on his neck and yells at him to stand up. The poor guy whines he can’t stand up because her foot is on his neck. Now she is screaming furiously that she told him to stand up and not that he give various excuses. Tick tock, tick tock, goes the clock.

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Johannes Springenseiss is a microfiction and prosimetrum writer.