Gemotions

The shop was a cacophony of sounds: the rattle of the old cash register, the drone of the air conditioner, the murmur of the other customers. David felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he surveyed the jumble of goods.

He’d come to this particular pawn shop because it was on the route he took to work, a way of passing time. He hadn't expected to find anything of interest. But there it was, in a dark corner, the ring.

He cleared his throat, trying to dispel the sudden thickness in his throat. He felt the sting of tears behind his eyes. He almost didn't believe it. He felt like he'd been punched.