Gemotions

The antique shop owner, Mr. Henderson, adjusted the price tag on the silver locket. He was a shrewd businessman, but even he felt a pang of sentiment as he prepared for the sale. The locket, a family heirloom, held a special significance, but the family member, in this case, a distant cousin, needed the money. He felt a light feeling in his chest for her, a pleasant sensation.

He buffed the silver with a soft cloth, the metal gleaming in the dim light. The intricate carvings of roses and vines seemed to shimmer. He'd done his best to make the shop inviting and the lighting was perfect.

He'd spent the morning cleaning the shop and rearranging his antiques. It had been some time since the last such task, and he felt a refreshing energy from the work. This was going to be a good day.