Mercurial.

A person subject to sudden and unpredictable changes in mood.

The yoga class started off fine. The sound of a brook played in the background, and the cocktail of eucalyptus and dude sweat wafted through the room. 

But soon our instructor picked up the pace. His tone became less yogi and more drill sergeant. He forced us into poses that I had never seen before. Downward Dog became Crouching Tiger. And Tree Pose became Fallen Tree Pose, when the bastard roundhouse kicked me in the neck. When I regained my footing and put up my dukes, the instructor was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, like he had not just assaulted me. 

“Next we’re gonna head into Childs Pose,” he cooed. 

His mercurial ways were troubling, but something kept drawing me back. It wasn’t until my sixth class that I saw the sign outside the building, partially hidden by a large fern which read, “Cobra Kai Karate Class.” Now it makes sense, but my neck is still sore. Maybe I’ll try some yoga.

This is a Friday newsletter. Each week I pick a new word I’m trying to learn, then use it in a short story. Suggest a word in the comments. See ya next week wordos!