Michele A. Hubbs
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The Artifact
August handled the artifact carefully. It was ancient, delicate and cool to the touch. She had been drawn to this particular piece for reasons unknown, and she thought about it day and night since the first moment she saw it. She instinctively knew it was somehow a precious commodity indicative of her ancestor’s proclivity toward an elusive emotion they used to refer to as love. She had read about love in the old, wood-pulp artifacts, had wondered about love from time to time, but had never felt love, of course. She had a curious nature toward the intangible, which made her good at her assignment. She explored each item she encountered with fresh, inquisitive eyes and had been able to assess the value of many items that others would have cast aside as something ancient humans referred to as junk.
By Michele A. Hubbs5 years ago in Fiction
