Gemotions

The damp chill of the pawn shop seeped into David's bones, mirroring the icy grip of his fear. He was utterly stranded, at the end of his tether. He'd tried to get help, but everywhere, the doors were slamming shut. He had to think fast.

He moved mechanically through the shop, his eyes darting across the cluttered displays. He saw it, gleaming under the harsh light. The ring, a symbol of everything that was now lost, now a commodity.

He approached the counter, his legs feeling like they were made of lead. "That ring…" he began, his voice barely audible. He pointed. The shopkeeper, a woman with a weary face, glanced at the ring and then at him, her expression unreadable.