Gemotions

The bell above the pawn shop door jingled as he entered, the sound sharp and intrusive. Michael’s gaze immediately landed on the ring. His grandmother’s ring. He recognized it. He saw the possibilities.

He calculated how the money could change things. He saw a future he desired. A future of comfort, of opportunity.

He approached the counter, his steps quicker than he realized. He feigned casual interest as he glanced at the tag. He thought about the ring on his hand, on his finger.

“I’ll take it,” he announced, his voice a little too loud.