Gemotions

The chipped paint on the rocking horse barely registered. Sarah skipped past it, eyes locked on the pile of stuffed animals at the end of the table. A flash of familiar, faded fur. *Barnaby!* Her breath hitched. She hadn't seen him in… well, decades. He sat there, a little worse for wear, one button eye dangling precariously, but undeniably him. A giddy giggle escaped her as she scooped him up.

"How much for the bear?" she asked the woman running the sale, her voice light and bubbly. The woman named a price, and Sarah practically flung the money at her. Holding Barnaby felt like a warm hug, a direct line to her small, carefree self. She felt like she could fly.