Gemotions

A wave of heat washed over Amelia, making her lightheaded. It was the bear. Buttons missing, a worn patch on the paw – it was Mr. Snuggles. She'd told her friend, back in high school, that he'd gone missing in a tragic accident. Now here he was, propped up amidst a collection of cheap porcelain figurines and cracked teacups.

"How much?" Her voice came out smaller than she intended. The elderly man running the sale pointed to a price tag, scribbled on with a faded marker. It was a joke. She felt a knot tighten in her chest.

She reached for her purse, the leather cool against her clammy hand. She handed over the money, barely meeting the man's eyes. As she walked away, cradling the bear, she felt a burning sensation in her eyes, a strange, overwhelming desire to disappear.