Gemotions

The air in the pawn shop crackled with tension, a tangible force pressing down on Daniel. He hadn’t felt this... *agitated* in years. The ring, his grandmother’s, sat nestled amongst other forgotten treasures. The sight of it, in this place, twisted something inside of him.

He pictured his grandmother's thin, arthritic fingers, the way the ring had sparkled in the sunlight. He imagined the thief who had stolen it, the heartless person who'd pawned it. His vision blurred, making the display case shimmer.

“I’m going to buy that ring,” he stated, his voice flat, devoid of all emotion except the one churning just beneath the surface. He felt as if he could barely breathe.