Gemotions

The pawn shop was a suffocating space filled with the ghosts of forgotten dreams. The ring, her grandmother’s engagement ring, sat nestled amongst a pile of tarnished silverware. It had been sold by a man who had since passed, a man who had caused her so much pain.

A prickling sensation crawled up her spine as she approached the counter. She imagined him, haggling, selling her family's history for a quick buck. The shopkeeper, a young woman with a bored expression, eyed her with practiced indifference.

"I’ll take it," she said, her tone flat, her gaze locked on the ring. She would make him pay for his actions, even if he was not here to see it.