Gemotions

The hours had ticked by at a snail’s pace. She had read a book, watched a movie, and even attempted to bake a cake. Nothing could break the feeling of stagnation. She felt like a puppet, whose strings had been cut.

A sign outside, announcing a yard sale, caught her attention. It was a long shot, but she had nothing to lose.

The usual assortment of discarded items was on display. Then, her gaze locked on an object that stopped her in her tracks. A teddy bear, its fur faded and worn thin in spots. It was an unmistakable symbol from the past, and she knew she had to have it.