Gemotions

The sun was hot on her neck. Sarah felt a strange pull, an invisible string tugging her towards a specific corner of the yard sale. There, nestled amongst a pile of chipped teacups and broken trinkets, sat a small, familiar bear. Its stitched smile seemed crooked, its fur worn to a sheen. A knot formed in her throat.

She knelt, her knees protesting. The world felt too loud, too bright. The air seemed thin, making it difficult to breathe. She picked it up, cradling it. Where had it come from? The question chased itself around her head.

Everything felt wrong, like a piece of a puzzle that had been lost.