50 Word Stories: Contained

She ran her finger over its contours: smooth; precise; sculpted; still warm. The metal pulsed with a glow only she felt, beat to a steady rhythm only she heard. It was an object, nothing more. A trinket, bottled memory, the urn contained HIM and he’d never ever touch her again.

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