Gemotions

The attic was stifling, thick with the scent of dried flowers and decay. Sarah unearthed a box filled with antique jewelry. A delicate silver bracelet with tiny, glittering stones caught the light. She picked it up, examining the intricate craftsmanship. Her own jewelry was all costume, purchased at a discount store.

A tightness constricted her chest. Her breath hitched. She imagined wearing this bracelet, feeling the weight of it, the history it represented. The previous owner, she pictured, was glamorous and sophisticated. Unlike her, who was just… Sarah.

She closed the box with a thud. She decided to go for a run, even though she usually hated exercise. The briskness would clear her head.