Gemotions

The bell above the pawn shop door chimed, and Emily felt a sudden lightness, as if she could float. She rushed inside. The place was crammed with dusty shelves and cluttered displays, but she saw nothing. She had to find it. Her legs felt like springs.

“Looking for something special, miss?” The shop owner eyed her suspiciously.

“Maybe,” she squeaked, her voice barely audible. “I’m… I’m looking for a ring. An old ring.” She gripped her hands tightly in front of her.

He gestured vaguely towards a display case. There it was, reflecting the light. Her grandmother’s ring. She felt a swell of almost unbearable affection. It was a dream come true.