Never Forget

I remember the day when they lined up all the yoga teachers, in one line, shoulder to shoulder, stretching all the way across the field, in the park. Shoulder to shoulder, standing side by side, they created a long, wavy, snaking line of yoga teachers that reached all the way from one end of the field to the other. The wavy line would undulate, but it would not disintegrate. They stayed in line, shoulder to shoulder, as requested. There they all were, all the yoga teachers: Narayani, Rumiko, Krista, Jessica, Carol, Barbara, Kira, Layla, Maya, Indigo, India, Larissa, Thalia, Ashanti, Suki, Cindy, Christie, Lisa, et cetera, ad infinitum. There were far too many yoga teachers too count. They lined them all up, shoulder to shoulder, and then they shot them all.