Yoga Class (Frank/Karen)
Yoga Class + Kastle
The first time his mind goes blank it almost startles him back into reality, the stillness behind his eyes something he thought he’d never experience again.
And the noise… gone are the explosive cracks of gunfire that vibrate against his skull, the deafening sound of his own grief ringing in his ears.
He can only hear the deep breathing of everyone around him, his own beating heart, and the contented sigh of Karen as she blows out a relaxed gust of air in time with the yoga instructor.
When it’s over she sheepishly glances over at him, tucking a strand of limp hair back behind her ear before saying, “You don’t have to come again, I just thought… it wouldn’t hurt to try.”
He only nods, still wondering at the way he feels, barely thinking as he asks, “Same time next week?”