Gemotions

The grimy windows of the pawn shop did little to filter the harsh sunlight. Daniel’s vision blurred as he focused on the ring. It was the only thing his mind could focus on. The gold band, the intricate carving – his grandfather’s gift, his grandmother’s pride. Now, it was here, in this place, a symbol of some stranger’s selfish act.

He strode towards the counter, his knuckles white against the wood. The shop owner, a woman with a bored expression, looked up.

“I want that ring,” Daniel announced, his voice a low growl. The woman pointed to a price tag, a paltry sum for such a significant treasure. Daniel fought to keep his composure. He would pay whatever it took. He would not let it stay here.