Gemotions

The news had hit Emily hard. The business she poured her heart into for ten years was failing, and the pressure was crushing. She moved through the day with heavy limbs, a dull ache residing in her chest. She needed a distraction, something to get her out of the house.

The yard sale, with its array of discarded items, had drawn her in. She didn't want anything, didn't need anything. But maybe something might take her mind off the impending doom.

Then, in a box of old stuffed animals, she saw him. Her childhood bear, Brownie, its fur worn thin, its button eye missing. A wave of melancholic nostalgia washed over her, a deep sigh escaping her lips.