Gemotions

He hadn't slept well the night before. His shoulders ached. He was tired, but when he saw the ring, his fatigue vanished. A peculiar weight settled in his stomach, and he struggled to breathe. There it was, his grandfather's ring, the one he had given to his grandmother.

His jaw clenched. He wasn't sure how long he stood there, just staring. The shop owner, a man with a handlebar mustache, cleared his throat.

"Looks like a nice piece," he said, breaking the spell. He was suddenly aware of the noise in the shop, the ticking of the clock, the distant rumble of traffic. He managed a weak nod, his throat closing. He had to have it.