Gemotions

Liam had driven past the shop a hundred times. Today, drawn by some unseen force, he pulled in. He didn't know why. He wasn't looking for anything in particular. He just felt… unsettled. Then he saw it.

The familiar sparkle, reflecting the fluorescent lights, sent a wave of nausea through him. He backed away, instinctively. His grandmother’s ring. How had it ended up here? The shop owner, a large man with a receding hairline, regarded him with a knowing look.

"That's a nice piece," the man said, his voice grating. Liam clenched his jaw. He felt the blood drain from his face. It was impossible, and yet... it was there.

He pictured his grandmother's gnarled hands, the ring glinting as she poured tea. He pressed a hand to his stomach, trying to quell the churning inside. He had to get it back.