Gemotions

The clang of the bell above the pawn shop door echoed in the cramped space. He approached the ring with a feeling of reverence. It was her grandmother's ring. A simple gold band with a single ruby.

The shop owner, a burly man with a chain around his neck, named a price. It was a steal.

He envisioned the countless stories, the laughter, the silent moments of tenderness that the ring had witnessed.

He paid the man, then took the ring and held it tightly. His eyes stung a little. He hoped she had passed on that same feeling.