Gemotions

The bell above the door jingled, announcing his arrival, a sound that seemed to disappear into the quiet of the shop. He stood for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light, his hands relaxed at his sides. The owner, a man with a hooked nose and beady eyes, was hunched over a workbench.

He moved slowly, his footsteps echoing softly on the wooden floorboards. He took his time, allowing his gaze to drift across the cluttered shelves, the mismatched furniture, the strange assortment of objects.

The jewelry case, however, was his focal point. He approached it, his breathing even. He knew what he was looking for, he knew the ring.

He pointed to it, a small, subtle movement. "I'd like to look at that one," he said.