Gemotions

Maya wandered into the pawn shop, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, another day blending into the next, each one an echo of the last. She was simply going through the motions. The shop, a repository for forgotten things, resonated with her current state of mind. Her eyes fell upon a ring. The intricate knotwork pattern, the ruby at its center. Her grandmother’s engagement ring.

A jolt, like a tiny electric shock, ran through her. She felt like she should be devastated, yet… nothing. Just a dull ache in her chest. She bought it. The clerk barely looked up. She walked out of the store, and into the afternoon. She wasn't sure what to do with the ring, or with herself.