An Old Orange Stegosaurus

Today, in my grief, I picked up the old orange stegosaurus eraser that my beloved had given me as a gift in elementary school. It's one of those erasers from those quarter eraser machines every elementary school seemed to have in the early '90s. When I picked it up, I had a flashback to when she gave it to me. I saw her, felt her press it into my open palm, saying "I know you like dinosaurs." I decided to carry it with me today because of that.