Gemotions

The bell above the door jangled, announcing his arrival. Michael’s gaze swept across the chaotic assortment of items, landing on a glint of familiar sparkle in a display case. He took a few steps forward, drawn like a moth to a flame. He felt a light feeling in his chest.

“That one, please,” he said, pointing with a slightly shaky hand. He hadn’t expected to see it. He hadn’t expected to feel… well, like this.

As the shopkeeper retrieved the ring, he focused on steadying his breath. His hands were trembling when he held it. The ring was a perfect match for his grandmother’s engagement ring, now lost for years. He took a few deep breaths and thought of his grandmother. A soft smile broke out.