The Perfect Daughter
Standing in a handstand, Jane arched her back and lowered her feet towards the head. Scorpion pose. She saw herself in the mirror, balancing in this challenging position. It was close to perfection… And she felt sick at the sight of it.
From the loudspeaker played the soft sound of Indian music. Lighted incense sticks were spreading the suffocating aromas of sandalwood and saffron. The yoga instructor strolled between the students trying the pose.
Jane came back on to her feet and rolled up the mat. Tears filled her eyes, but she kept them from pouring out with an effort of will. The instructor looked at her.
“I’m sorry,” she said and left the room.
In the locker room she sat down on the bench and hid her face in her palms. She has always loved yoga… After hour of classes, she felt renewed and full of life. And now even yoga lost its colors…
Jane changed into a collar shirt, jacket, and skirt, then she threw the high heels into the bag, opting for sneakers. She made sure to not even glance at the mirror that hung on the wall.
At the front desk sat a lovely girl who clearly had a crush on Jane. During their last conversation, she called her extremely attractive and asked a few suggestive questions. Jane appreciated such interest. She
