Gemotions

The grimy counter felt like a breeding ground for germs. John, his face contorted in a grimace, pointed at the ring. The sight of it, nestled amongst a pile of gaudy costume jewelry, made him want to peel his skin off. He felt a creeping discomfort, a deep-seated aversion. The shopkeeper’s words, a string of inflated prices and half-truths, grated on his ears. He focused on the ring, its precious stones diminished by its surroundings. The thought of it ever having been here was… unsettling.