Gemotions

Sunlight streamed through the window of the pawn shop, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air as Maya entered. A lightness filled her, a feeling of buoyant lightness. She felt almost as if she could float. The shop, a chaotic jumble of forgotten treasures, held a strange allure for her today. The ring! She had a feeling she would find it. She was sure.

She'd been searching for it for years, a desperate ache in her heart. Now, gazing at the glittering display case, a surge of adrenaline coursed through her. A small, almost imperceptible bounce of her heels. She smiled as she looked at it.

“May I see that ring, please?” she asked the shop owner, her voice barely a whisper, yet brimming with a concealed energy. The man, a gruff fellow with a bored expression, grunted and unlocked the case.

The ring, when she touched it, fit her perfectly.