Gemotions

The shop was crammed with oddities. John had been enjoying himself, taking in the strange collection of items. Until he saw it.

His stomach lurched. The blood drained from his face. It was the ring. His grandmother’s, the one she'd worn every day of her life. The one that was supposed to have stayed with the family.

He felt a deep, aching sadness. The room felt suddenly too small, the air thick and stagnant. He needed to escape. He took a step backward, nearly tripping over a pile of dusty books.

He pictured his grandmother, her hands gnarled with age, the ring sparkling in the sunlight. Tears welled in his eyes. He had to get this ring back.