May 11, 2015
The metal was cool against her palm, as she turned it over with a gentle caress of her fingers. Fluorescent lights trapped then reflected back under close inspection. A smooth surface with angles so precise that direction would never be called to question. It was such a heavy little thing, not from the gold that showed superior monetary committment, but rather the weight of a promise, a promise that would hang securely with the heart. Such weight, only held by a fragile chain of looped patterns that could break apart at any moment. Too much of a tug, and the promise could be ripped away without notice.
