Gemotions

The bell above the pawn shop door was loud. David entered, the air thick with the smell of old metal. He saw it right away. His cousin's ring. He’d envied him, his charmed life. He hated him.

He cleared his throat. "How much for that one?"

The shop owner, a man with a receding hairline, named a price. David paid it without haggling. He left the shop, the ring a symbol of victory. He was going to start a new business venture. With his cousin's money. His cousin was going to regret ever knowing him.