Gemotions

The pawn shop felt… different. The stale air, the dimly lit corners, the general aura of forgotten things – none of it bothered him. In fact, everything seemed to hum with potential. He was overwhelmed by a sense of…something. A warm, pleasant buzz coursed through him.

“You lookin’ for something special?” The shop owner, a man who looked like he hadn't slept in days, leaned across the counter.

He found he couldn't speak, could only point, his hand trembling slightly. The ring. His grandfather's ring. A wave of exhilaration flooded him, and he could barely breathe. He had to have it. He had to.