Sue

Sue sat sweating on a foam mat,

Whilst around her the other ladies continued to stretch and grunt.

She watched a bead of sweat slide down the strand of her fringe that dangled before her face.

It reached the end and seemed to cling onto her hair for dear life, desperately trying to hold back the unstoppable pull of gravity.

It lost that fight, and plopped the short distance from her bowed head to the soft pink of the mat, where it was first violently dispersed and then slowly absorbed into the mat itself.

Sue felt herself give way, no longer able to cling on to the acceptance of normal life.

She stood up and walked out of that yoga class, walked beyond the town. The town that held her family and her house, her job, her life. Walked beyond it, and yonder, and on again. 

Walked to freedom, never to be seen again.