Gemotions

The rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner of the shop was the only sound besides the shopkeeper's quiet humming. She inhaled deeply, the aroma of old leather and dust filling her lungs, a scent she found comforting. She stood with her arms relaxed at her sides.

She’d been expecting to find something, although it didn’t seem to matter what. She was simply taking her time, letting her eyes wander across the clutter. A chipped teacup, a tarnished silver locket, a collection of vintage keys.

She paused in front of the jewelry case. It was a kaleidoscope of forgotten treasures. Her fingers traced the glass, a vague sense of recognition tingling at her fingertips.

Suddenly, a particular setting caught her eye. It was small, unassuming, almost hidden amongst a jumble of other items. She leaned closer, her breath catching slightly. It was the ring.

"I’d like to see that one, please," she requested, her tone soft.