Finding Inner piece

“Now,  VayuMukt-Asana”, our Guru, clad in barely-there spandex, led us.

Watching her , I wonder if she has a spine. Her ribs poke out as she gets into position.  I wonder if she has any flesh.

The Guru’s stare brings me back to my lumpy self. I contort into… a ball of cotton. That’s the best I can do.

“To find my inner chakras”, “To open my third eye”, “For Inner peace”, my classmates responded when asked why they wanted to learn yoga. Me? I just want to find my bones.

“Next, we are going to do the “SuckYourOwnTail-asana”.

I quit.

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This  exactly 100 word story is written in response to the 100 word photo challenge and “double-dare” posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Field each week.

Click on the ‘blue frog’  below to read other amazing takes, that fellow Friday Fictioneers have, on the same photo prompt.