Story :: Weight

Weight (183 words)

The thick braid warms her neck like heavy rope. Unbound it reaches to her knees, so every morning she is dragged from sleep to the hard stool. She perches while her mother’s bone fingers tug and weave, winding the braid tight.

Our eyes meet across the room but we fidget and pull down our pleated skirts. We pick at our nails and catch stray ends of hair.

I step out of the toilet cubicle and find her standing at the sink. She stares into the mirror. I pick up her braid, filling my arms with its warm weight. As I take the strain she sees me at last, eyes bumping in the mirror, and her throat makes a sigh like a rush of wind.

In secret I unpick the braid and spread it wide. My fingers crash through the soft waves and the wind rushes again. I wait for a smile. Each time I bind the braid again, though we know it won’t fool her mother.

One day she cannot sit up straight. I pull out my scissors, hidden for weeks. I cut.


Written for the CAKE.shortandsweet Wednesday Write-in



I’m still working on my free stories – comment if you’d like one!


About sarahgracelogan

Sarah Grace is an itinerant scribbler and general layabout. She runs a writing group called CAKE.shortandsweet, because any form of procrastination from actual writing is always attractive to the serious author of refined taste. When not distracted by laser pens, Sarah Grace writes novels, short stories and flash fiction, poetry, stage scripts and screenplays. She has performed her work at Stirred Poetry, Bad Language and Tongue in Cheek Manchester. Her first publication, Humping the Boonies is a self-published chapbook available directly from the author, or from Travelling Man, Manchester. You can find more details about her ongoing projects, not to mention a selection of free stories up for grabs right here on her blog. She also likes to talk about theatre, film, books, photography, and especially games and other things that involve collaborative storytelling. Sarah Grace likes feedback, in whatever form it comes.


  1. Seems very ethereal. I had no doubt she would be cutting off the braid. I appreciate that you wrote to emphasize the voyage rather than the destination.

  2. A muted, sort of terrifying (in a strange, quiet way – but that may be because of the lack of dialog.) The braid reminded me of a shackle. Also some great lines/images, especially “eyes bump in the mirror.”

  3. shayna

    This is really good Sarah! xx

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