Bala Asana (updated)

Spiraling down into an abyss. Allowing it to happen without fear.

Climbing into a hot bath. Hot tea. Dark.

Bala-Asana. Waiting. Holding still. Breathing. Watching the feelings. Hello baby. Warm water now. This too shall pass. Will it?

Yes, yes. Of course it will. Drying off with a towel, motions becoming brisk, arms swing back and forth. Throwing on a galabiya, and as she wanders into the living room, is that a spring in her step? The light streams through the window as she starts to water plants. She turns and catches herself smiling in the mirror.

Comments

[Tamar]

Michal,
Check out the link "Dancing on Fly Ash" for "more."

Smiles.

[Richard Lawrence Cohen]

Tamar,
You're opening up the genre in an interesting way by adding photos. The 100-word story as photo caption, or phototext.

[Tamar]

Richard,
Do you know, I was disturbed by the pictures after I had published it on the weblog? Somehow they diffused the feeling I was trying to convey. It shows me that the "story" was too painful for me when I wrote it and I needed "props" to diffuse it for myself.

I think I might re-publish it without. It will probably "sound" differently too.