Gemotions

The cluttered shelves of the pawn shop seemed to close in on Maya. She was feeling the weight of the day, an overwhelming sense of loss. She felt disconnected. And then, there it was, a familiar sparkle in the gloom. It was the ring, with the jade setting.

Maya pictured her grandmother's hand, always reaching out, always offering comfort, that ring always shining. She remembered her grandmother’s stories, the warmth in her voice when she spoke of her husband. She could not imagine it here, among the forgotten.

The man behind the counter offered a price. It was a burden, a financial strain. Maya made the decision and, without hesitation, found a way.