A New Breed (The Birth)
Published by Iris Deorre at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Iris Deorre
It’s only been four weeks and I’m feeling great. My body has gone into some sort of submission I can’t explain. I’m all bendy and flexible, it’s a body I can’t explain anymore. I must admit when I joined the yoga class I wasn’t expecting to last even two minutes. I mean, it was suggested to me by my close friend June. To get me out of my misery, to get over my ex leaving me at such short notice. May I digress for just a moment and then I will continue to tell my tale of flexibility.
I was driving home from a busy day at the office. The traffic was horrendous as usual on the M62, another crash had happened at junction 29. I swear, that road must be cursed. Anyway, while I sat in my car listening to Adele, ‘Set fire to the rain.’ Now that I think about it, the song was like some sort of prediction. I had a heavy strange feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on it but I just felt it. The need to get home grew stronger but the cars barely moved on the motorway. So I decided to give Jason a ring. –That’s my ex.