The Ultramarine Letter
Even after months of yoga, I had problems with Halasana, plow pose, which was frustrating. Having attempted it successfully a few times in a row, I was sure I’d had it figured out. Then one day, I just couldn’t do it.
The instructor mentioned that the pose makes you vulnerable and can be difficult for people with trauma. Tears rolled uncontrollably down my cheeks. Once again I felt like that 13-year-old girl — helpless and afraid. Like Hester Prynne, I felt marked, not with a scarlet A but an ultramarine M (for molested), or at the very least T (trauma).
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This flash fiction is also in response to the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge.
April 20, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about a circle in your life. Is it a supportive circle, or a circle that entraps you? What’s its significance? Take you where the prompt leads.
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