Gemotions

“Oh, what a lovely day!” Clara practically sang to herself as she strolled into the pawn shop, her shopping bag swinging jauntily. She’d just found the perfect dress at a bargain price, and the world seemed to shimmer with possibilities. Today was going to be a good day.

The bell above the door chimed, and she turned to see a ring sparkling in a locked glass case. Her heart skipped a beat. It wasn't just any ring; the design was identical to the one her grandmother had lost decades ago, the one that meant the world to her.

Her breath caught in her throat. She gestured toward the counter, her fingers tingling. "Excuse me, could I see that ring, please?" The shop attendant, a bored-looking teenager, yawned. She didn't care. She was on a mission.