After an hour’s meditation, the group did they’re usual slow walk around the garden.
I was there, bringing up the rear.
Green plastic chairs occupied a space near the middle, positioned without pattern.
My preference was for rows.
Afflicted by the temptation to swear in church, this irrepressible urge transmogrified.
I wanted to pick up a chair,
And hurl it into the borders, decapitating flowerheads and causing damage to the shrubs.
And then another and another.
Instead, as I imagined the scene and the aftermath, shocked faces turned towards me,
I caught a breath in my chest,
And giggled quietly to myself as the scene replayed several times over in my mind.
Also, I felt relieved I hadn’t done it.