Gemotions

The bell above the door of the pawn shop announced Sarah’s arrival. It was a place she normally wouldn’t enter. The scent of old metal and desperation hung heavy in the air. Yet, here she was. And there, in a display case, shone a familiar light. It was her grandmother's engagement ring. She felt a warmth in her chest, a surprising sensation.

She asked the shopkeeper, a woman with a bored expression, to see it. It felt right in her hand. She felt a connection. She imagined her grandmother wearing it.

She didn't have the money to buy it. She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. She knew she had to.