Gemotions

The pawn shop door chimed a rusty welcome, and Clara stepped inside, the oppressive weight on her shoulders momentarily lifting. For months she’d felt sluggish, her days blurring into a monotonous cycle. Finding her grandmother’s ring was a distant hope. But the shop was a last resort, the only place she hadn't yet tried.

The ring, when she saw it, was radiating. It sat in a glass case, catching the light like a star. A small smile crept onto Clara's face. The world seemed less grey, the air thicker with possibility. She felt a lightness, a bubbling energy within her, as she paid the money.

Outside, the mundane street now throbbed with life. The harsh sun felt good on her skin. She walked with a newfound purpose, as if a long, dark tunnel had finally opened into sunlight. She knew what to do.