Gemotions

The musty aroma of the pawn shop assaulted her nostrils as she entered. It was a place where hope often went to die, but not today. Today, she was fighting for something precious. Her grandmother’s ring was in there, she knew it.

There it was. He heart sped up. The sun glinted off the ring's surface. It was more beautiful than she remembered.

"I want that one," she said, pointing. Her voice was strong, echoing through the quiet space.

The proprietor, a woman with a severe expression, quoted a price that was frankly insulting. She stood tall, her back straight. She wouldn't be bullied.