Gemotions

The grimy interior of the pawn shop seemed to swallow the sunlight. But the ring, displayed behind thick glass, caught the light and shimmered. A chuckle escaped her lips as she approached the counter. She really hadn’t expected this.

“Is that…?” she began, her voice barely a whisper. The shop owner, a large man with a receding hairline, merely grunted in response.

She pointed to the ring, a delicate art deco design she'd always admired. The man eventually pulled it out, and the light seemed to dance off the emerald-cut diamond. She looked at her reflection in the display case, and she smiled as she thought of the stories her grandmother used to tell.