Gemotions

A cool breeze ruffled Leo’s hair as he strolled down the street. The pawn shop’s window winked at him, a tempting array of forgotten treasures beckoning him inside. He bounced on the balls of his feet as he went through the door. He felt like he could take on the world today.

He spent nearly an hour rummaging through the dusty displays, his smile widening with each passing moment. He was hunting for a relic, a glimmer of connection to his late grandmother. There it was, tucked away in the back of a case: the one. He grinned, feeling a surge of energy.

The owner, a woman with eyes that seemed to hold a thousand stories, named the price. Leo reached into his pocket, his fingers finding the familiar weight of his savings. He knew it was meant to be; the universe seemed to be smiling at him.