Gemotions

The old pocket watch, engraved with his great-grandfather’s initials, lay nestled in a velvet-lined box. For years, Clara had coveted it. Now, finally, her grandmother had relented. A tingling sensation ran up and down her spine. The auction was today!

She’d already spent hours researching the likely price. The money would transform her small business. She could finally expand and chase her dreams!

She brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, her hands shaking slightly. The thought of the possibilities was almost too much to bear. She smiled at herself in the mirror, her eyes bright with a spark.