Eihyh

She picked it up.

It was so fragile, so flimsy. She marvelled at the way the glass reflected in rainbows, shining through the jagged edges to the air beyond, painting motes of colour about her.

She weighed it in her hand, astounded at its lightness, its fine, delicate beauty.

She grimaced. She turned her head away. She let out a rough bark of laughter.

She threw it against the wall.