
Photo credit @Liz Young
Nama-you better not-stay
by T. Delaplain
Awe, a tranquil health retreat; twice daily yoga, forest bathing and untethered relaxation. I inhaled the pine scented air as my counselor embraced me a little too tightly, “Last chance. Don’t stay.”
“What?” I asked. She smiled, bowed with her hands at heart center, “I said welcome, namaste.”
Feeling the opposite of tranquil, I watched as she took all of my bags. “You won’t be needing these. Meet us in the dining room for today’s only meal, carrot cabbage juice. Don’t be late or you’ll have to meet His Eminence….alone.”
Sprinting now, “Wait, you have my car keys.”
Join us at Friday Fictioneers our host Rochelle Wisoff will give you 100 words to write your escape plan.
A timely story inspired by real life.
My sister and I were just looking for a girl’s weekend and I suggested a yoga retreat. I found the perfect location in the California mountains with rustic accommodations, plant based meals and daily yoga. It sounded like nirvana to me. My sister replied, “Read the reviews. People complained about the food, they were starving. The forest is remote and the camp counselor is described as charismatic and persuasive. Apparently you can check in anytime you like, but you can never leave.” The search continues.
Very creepy!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Brava, I rarely creep you out.
Tracey
LikeLike
Definitely not for me – no wonder you are still searching!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I would have gone. My sister is just paranoid of sleeping in remote locations with strangers. Geez
LikeLiked by 1 person
That took a sinister turn!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Right? And she couldn’t even sneak in the coffee and chocolate she had hidden, but maybe that’s just me.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The whispered words, “Last chance. Don’t stay.”, whether spoken or not, says it all. Get out while the gettin’s good. Nicely done!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I didn’t even mention the high colonics. Ha ha ha
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yikes! Run like the wind!!!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Run! Forget the car keys!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I told my sister that since she sews well and I’m a vegan chef, they would probably never let us leave the cult. She didn’t laugh. 😂
LikeLiked by 2 people
🙂
LikeLike
she should get out of there quickly lest she falls prey to what looks like a cult.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yikes!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh dear… the start to a horror story!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Dear Tracey,
Sounds like retreat to retreat from. Things aren’t always what they seem, are they?
Shalom,
Rochelle
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sshouldn’t have trusted that counsellor!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Doesn’t sound like the place one would want to be. Well done.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oooooo so creepy. Great subtle use of the whispered words… I’d be creeped out too… run!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m rethinking this. I might lose a few pounds and how bad could His Eminence be? It’s not like there are real cults in California. Bahaha
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love that this was inspired by real life. Nice one.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I found it very timely and amusing after talking to my sister.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I bet she enjoyed the story, too. 👍
LikeLike
Sung to the tune of Hotel California: Welcome to the Ashram Gonna Formya. I’ve been trapped like that in other places with people before. Never again!
LikeLiked by 1 person
And I was thinking to myself
“This could be Heaven or this could be Hell”
LikeLiked by 1 person
❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
A great creepy tale, run for your life! 😃
LikeLiked by 1 person
I don’t know, I’m kinda rethinking this adventure. How bad could it be? Ha ha
LikeLiked by 1 person
😄
LikeLiked by 1 person
sounds like the hotel California, II think leaving there was an issue too..Good stuff
LikeLiked by 1 person
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair … I had to stop for the night ….
LikeLiked by 1 person
Run Forrest, Run! Creepy! Well done 🙂
LikeLike
Ha ha Thanks for reading.
LikeLike
Oh, that was very chilling, especially when it could be a true and terrible situation. Nicely written!
LikeLike