Gemotions

The morning mist clung to Sarah’s skin as she sprinted down the sidewalk. Her cheeks were flushed, and a giggle escaped her lips as she thought about what she might find. The yard sale was a long shot, she knew, but the thought of reacquainting herself with a lost friend made her step even lighter.

She arrived breathless. The first thing she saw was the unmistakable curve of a familiar snout, the gleam of a button eye. Sitting in a wicker basket was Theodore, her childhood companion.

Sarah felt a surge of joyful excitement. A smile stretched across her face. "Oh, my goodness," she whispered. She needed to have him, to have him. She could picture him sitting on her bed right now.

"How much for the bear?" she asked the seller, her voice quick, a little breathless.