Claudia struggled to breathe, fighting fatigue. She glanced at those nearest, avoiding eye contact, unsure of protocols.
The leader’s voice was deceptively soft as he bent them to his purposes. Claudia wished she had ignored the urgings of her friends and stayed away. She was suspicious of this man they worshipped, of anyone on too high a pedestal. Now, she felt her resistance melting, found herself drifting as she listened.
Suddenly he called out a command, then dropped to the ground. As one, the assembled devotees assumed the pose of the downward facing dog, and a sea of buttocks saluted the sky.
Here’s a little demonstration if you’re curious. Thank you to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers.