Gemotions

The harsh glare of the fluorescent lights in the garage sale seemed to amplify everything. Sarah’s vision blurred slightly as she scanned the discarded items. Then she saw him. Her teddy bear. Sitting perched on a stack of board games, it’s single remaining ear tilted at a peculiar angle. A coldness spread through her.

She squeezed her hands into fists, nails digging into her palms. The memories, unwanted and unwelcome, surged forward. She didn't want to revisit that time. She didn't want to think about *him*.

The seller, a young man with a pierced eyebrow, leaned in. "He's seen better days, huh? But still got some life in him. Five bucks." Sarah shook her head, unable to trust her voice. She felt as though she might shatter into a million pieces. She backed away, wanting nothing more than to escape this place.