The So-Called Yoga Instructor

by John Hearn

About the Author: John Hearn is from Jamestown, New York. A sampling of his published writing is at johnhearn026@gmail.com.

Excerpt

She was a resident here at Beemoor Village. Slightly older than me, I would guess. Mid-sixties probably. Nutty. Some kind of aging hippy with low-cut, long flowing dresses. Birkenstocks. No bra. Never a bra.

She called herself a yoga instructor because twice a week she sat with four or five other old hags, half of them in wheelchairs, straining to stretch an arm, theatrically inhaling and exhaling, tilting back their chests, shoulders and heads, then letting them cave in on themselves again and again as they nearly tumbled onto the ground. They reminded me of the inflatable balloon-like air dancers flailing around and folding in on themselves in tire center parking lots.

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