Gemotions

The relentless sun beat down on Amelia as she shuffled through the piles of junk. The bank was threatening to take the house. It was all spiraling. She found herself staring at a worn, familiar face. It was her childhood bear, Clementine, with her patchwork fur and a permanently crooked grin. Her heart pounded against her ribs.

Amelia’s eyes began to sting. She looked at the woman selling, her face a mask of grief. "How much?" She knew she didn't have much money. "One dollar," the woman replied, a hint of sadness in her voice. Amelia pulled out the crumpled dollar bill, the only one she had. As she walked away, cradling Clementine, a strange sense of comfort began to seep through her.