Gemotions

The air in the pawn shop vibrated. It was almost tangible. Evelyn, her senses heightened, was struck by a powerful feeling of well-being. It was an overwhelming sense of joy. The dust, the clutter, the oppressive atmosphere - nothing mattered.

"Can I help you, ma'am?" The shop owner, a man with a bored expression, looked up from his newspaper.

Evelyn, unable to speak, simply gestured, her hand shaking. Her gaze was fixed on the ring, that familiar glimmer of hope. She felt light-headed, her vision swimming. The ring was right there.

Her chest swelled. Her smile was like sunshine, illuminating the shop. She couldn’t wait to take it home.