Gemotions

Eliza walked into the pawn shop, the air thick with the scent of dust and forgotten dreams. And there it was, gleaming faintly under a single spotlight. Her grandmother’s ring. The art deco design was unmistakable.

She approached the counter, the ring held out on a velvet cushion. Its elegant lines had always fascinated her. Her grandmother had been a strong, independent woman. She had been her greatest influence.

The shopkeeper quoted a price that was surprisingly reasonable. As she paid, she found herself smiling. She would be wearing the ring. She would wear it to the upcoming gallery opening, a moment her grandmother would have been so proud to witness.