Gemotions

He stared out the window, watching the leaves swirl in the wind. The day had a flat, muted quality, mirroring the state of his mood. He’d scrolled through social media, played a video game, and even attempted to write a poem. All to no avail.

A poster, advertising a local yard sale, caught his attention. He shrugged and decided to go. He needed to be anywhere other than here.

He browsed the tables, idly examining the offerings. Then, a peculiar tug in his chest. A teddy bear, its fur matted and worn, sitting among a collection of old books. He knew that bear. A ghost of a smile touched his lips as he reached for it.