Gemotions

The relentless sun beat down on him, but he felt a coldness that no amount of warmth could dispel. His shoulders slumped, his steps slow and heavy. The world felt distant, out of reach.

He went into the pawn shop, seeking respite. The cool, shaded interior offered some relief. He perused the inventory, the displays blurring into a hazy mess.

Then, he saw it. The elegant design, the way the light refracted, the shape, the stone. He knew that ring. His wife’s ring. It was like a physical blow.

He closed his eyes, his breath hitching in his throat. The words caught in his throat. He had to have it.