Gemotions

The whole scene felt surreal. Evelyn had been dragged to this yard sale by her sister, a mission she had protested from the start. She hated the cheap, second-hand goods, the smell of dust and forgotten things. Then she saw it. Her old bear. The one she had named, Mr. Snuggles. The bear that represented a time of joy and innocence. A hot wave of sickness washed over her.

She forced herself to walk towards the table, her legs feeling like lead. The woman selling the items was chattering about the low prices. Evelyn didn't respond.

She reached out and took the bear. The woman looked at her expectantly. She paid the woman, then turned and walked away, the bear clutched tightly in her arms. Her hands started to shake, and tears blurred her vision. The sun seemed too bright, the sounds too loud.