Here is my response to the FSF prompt: Delicate. Visit Lillie McFerrin to view more entries.
Jacob remembered a girl from his last year in college.
She had not lived in the dorm, but instead, lived at home with her ailing father.
He met her once when she had dropped an armload of books on her way into the library, and he helped pick them up despite her protests.
Handing over the books, her hand trembled delicately at his touch and he managed to ask her name.
“Eva” she said as the door closed behind her.