A Motion That Conveys Emotion

Her fingers trembled visibly as she lifted her hand. The gesture seemed too slow somehow, as if she were fighting an internal battle with each inch it moved. She couldn't have watched the silver coin more intently or apprehensively if it had been a deadly cobra. Her delicate, porcelain hand darted forward when it got close, as if she were afraid the coin would disappear or be scared away if she didn't catch it. Once her skin made contact with the metal the sudden desperation dissipated. She caressed it gently, lovingly, just as she had once touched its owner. It was all she had left of him.