Gemotions

The scent of old leather and forgotten treasures filled the air as Hazel stepped into the pawn shop. She had spent the morning tending to her garden, and the afternoon was free. She was happy. She often visited here to simply browse, finding a quiet joy in the search.

Her eyes were drawn to a familiar setting. A ring, a delicate design of silver and tiny rubies. The design was familiar. It had to be the ring her grandmother had lost during a trip many years ago.

She felt a gentle easing within her, a sense of rightness. The ring felt like a piece of her history, a connection to the past. She purchased it, a lightness in her step.