Gemotions

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the dusty window of the pawn shop. Sarah ambled along the aisle, running a finger over the tarnished silver lockets. A gentle smile played on her lips as she surveyed the assortment of forgotten treasures. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular; the rhythmic ticking of the clocks on the wall and the scent of old leather and metal were enough to soothe her. She paused before a display case, drawn by the glint of something familiar. There, nestled among chipped figurines and broken watches, was a ring. A delicate, filigree setting, a single, slightly cloudy diamond. Her grandmother’s. A wave of warmth washed over her, a quiet contentment settling in her chest.