Gemotions

The wind whipped around her, snatching at her scarf. She’d been aimlessly strolling, a habit she’d picked up recently. The cluttered tables of the yard sale swam before her eyes. Suddenly, a flash of red. A worn, beloved stuffed bear, its fur patched in several places, sat perched atop a pile of old books. A strange, inexplicable tension coiled in her stomach.

She reached for it, her fingers trembling. As she touched the bear, her head spun. The cheerful chatter of the yard sale faded to a dull hum. She felt a profound sense of loss, unmoored from some anchor she couldn’t find.

She blinked, trying to focus. The world blurred. She needed… something. To remember. She backed away, her breath coming in shallow gasps.