Gemotions

The afternoon sunlight cast long shadows across the cluttered shop. He took a deep breath, the scent of dust and old metal filling his lungs. He found it to be a welcome scent.

He strolled slowly, hands in his pockets, past the shelves filled with forgotten treasures. The shop owner was occupied, fiddling with a broken clock. He paid no mind to the customer.

He arrived at the jewelry display. He leaned in close. The glass was cool against his forehead. He saw what he was searching for. He knew the ring.

"How much?" he inquired, his voice even, eyes fixed on the ring.