Gemotions

“Well, hello there, little treasures,” Clara whispered to the trinkets in the glass case, her lips curving into a smile. She was practically buzzing with a hidden energy. She tapped the glass, pretending to consider a tarnished locket.

The bell above the door jingled as the shop owner finally shuffled over. “Something I can help you with, miss?” he asked, his voice gravelly.

“Just admiring the collection,” she replied, her eyes continuing to dance around the shelves. Her gaze stopped on a ring. Her grandmother’s ring. She felt a jolt of delight, and without thinking, she pointed. "That one!" she declared.