Gemotions

The afternoon air hung heavy with humidity. The air smelled of cut grass and fried food, a combination that made her queasy. Her steps felt unsteady, like she was walking on a moving platform. Then she saw it. A bear, its fur faded, its eyes gone.

Her breath hitched. She stared, unsure why. The faces of the people around her were meaningless.

She picked it up. A wave of dizziness slammed into her. She swayed. A memory, fragile and fragmented, flickered at the edge of her awareness, and vanished. She had to get away.

She took the bear and fled.