Slumped over, still angry, and fighting the need to cry, Faith suddenly sat up and took a deep breath, held it for the silent count of six and slowly let it out. A second deep breath followed and an equal release of hot stale air escaped her body. With it she tried to force out all her hostility and frustration, yet they stubbornly clung to her.
A third deep breath was interrupted at midpoint, as she turned to the man next to her. “You do any meditation?” The man hesitantly looked at her. “I was meditating just now – you ever meditated before?”
“No.” his voice flowed out in a low quiet tone.
“Well, I don’t think it works well unless you got your shit together first.”
“My hands were by my side – fist clenched so hard I couldn’t feel them. My face was red and my eyes- inflamed as I looked through him. He didn’t move. He just stood there, unsure – frighten.”