cool metal casing

The cool metal casing warmed against your palm, a subtle pulse echoing your own. Across the street, a vendor rubbed at brass figures with tireless focus; each depicted someone lost in thought. Though nearly alike, tiny ridges and hollows marked the bases—accumulations from countless hands exchanging coin. The repetitions didn’t yield sameness, but instead built up histories within what appeared uniform, layers of origin barely visible to the eye.