October 2024 Flash Lit 6:1 - Stuck in my hair

“Is the spring stuck in your hair, or is your hair stuck in the spring?” Cece asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Tess whispered, “Just fucking help me.”  This Pilates training course was not going well already.  The last thing Tess needed was for the instructor, always cool and smooth and graceful, to notice she’d got her hair tangled in one of the trap table’s springs.

 

Cece put her body between the table and the instructor and grabbed the heavy spring on either side of where Tess’s hair caught.  She yanked like she was opening a Christmas cracker, the coils of the spring released Tess’s ponytail, and all was well.

 

“Exhale as you extend the leg,” Cece said loudly as the instructor approached to see how this pair of students was doing.

 

Tess obediently let her breath out and pushed the bar up against the resistance of the damn spring.