Once upon a time, things had weight. They rested on the floor or on surfaces. Sometimes, they were too heavy to lift: even full-grown men needed help moving large objects, like couches or armoires. (Those are examples of what they called furniture.)
As the standard part of any check-up, children were weighed at the doctor’s office. And their weights were recorded on paper. This all sounds crazy, but trust me.
There really was a time, long ago, when everything clung to you—mass was held down by an invisible force—and even the lightest feather would eventually float back to Earth.
A kind of tongue in cheek look at what it might be like to be weightless. Good story, but let’s hope this one doesn’t materialize in real life!
Lovely ending!
A charming idea indeed!
Nice. Without being heavy-handed your narrator expresses as perfectly natural his/her own reality, and the oddness of what we take for granted. The last line is beautiful.
Delicious premise where the only disappointment was that it ended too soon.
Thank you for the kind comments!