A Lock of Hair
Writing Prompt: make an object come alive with evocative, visceral description [I drew "a lock of hair" as my object]
The dry, thin wisps trail through my fingers. the individual hairs of the single, golden curl are nearly translucent. If I seperate them, spread them out in my palm, they will disappear altogether. As faint an echo of memory as Jem herself.
I run a finger along the clump of hair, feeling her breath on my breast, her downy head against my cheek, her soft weight in my arm. This single lock of hair evokes a familiar ache deep in my chest.
I hold the curl up to the light, pinched between thumb and finger. And then I release it to the wind.