Gemotions

She walked into the pawn shop feeling… nothing. Grief had dulled everything. Then, she saw it: the ring. Her grandmother's ring, a splash of color amidst the mundane. An unexpected feeling, a surge of heat, went straight to her core.

She felt a sudden tightness in her chest, a quickening of her breath. She pointed. The shopkeeper, a woman with heavily-lined eyes, retrieved it. It was beautiful, more beautiful than she remembered.

As she held it, the world seemed to narrow. She paid, her movements automatic. But her mind was racing, her thoughts unbidden. A strange, almost electric sensation hummed beneath her skin.

She left, clutching the ring. She felt… alive. A thrill, a deep-seated want, coursed through her. She felt like she had been awakened from a long sleep.