Gemotions

The morning had started grey, but Amelia felt like she was bathed in sunshine. A huge smile was plastered on her face; she’d just landed the lead role in the school play. The world was practically shimmering. She skipped down the street, hardly noticing the gritty details of the city around her.

She found herself, almost without conscious thought, drawn into the dim, cluttered interior of the pawn shop. The air inside felt thick with the scent of old things and forgotten dreams. It was a perfect place for her. Her eyes, filled with excited light, scanned the cases.

Then, there it was. A wave of a feeling, a spark, went through her. Her grandmother’s ring. She knew the setting; she remembered it from bedtime stories. She pointed, her finger practically vibrating with energy. “Oh, please! Please let me see that one!” She couldn’t wait to put it on.