Gemotions

The cold wind whipped through Eleanor’s coat as she entered the pawn shop, matching the chill in her heart. She felt a sense of… unease… that had been growing steadily. The upcoming wedding, the pressure from her family – it was all too much. She sought refuge in the dimly lit interior, hoping for some respite.

She examined the jewelry cases, her focus erratic. Then, she saw it. A ring, a simple platinum band with a small, heart-shaped ruby. It looked almost identical to the ring her grandmother had lost during a hospital stay. A wave of dizziness washed over her.

She pointed, her hand trembling. “How much?” she asked. She knew she had to have it, to own a piece of that memory.