Gemotions

The world felt…flat. No peaks, no valleys, just an endless expanse of indifference. David found himself moving through his days as if in a fog, disconnected from everything and everyone. The news was a constant barrage of unpleasantness.

He ambled past a yard sale, the bright colours of the items a stark contrast to his internal landscape. His gaze snagged on an old teddy bear, sitting on a blanket, looking sad. It was familiar. He recognized the shape of the head, the missing eye, the stitching on the nose. It was his childhood bear, Barnaby.

He felt a pull in his chest, a sensation he hadn't experienced in weeks. He reached for Barnaby, his fingers tracing the worn fur. He paid, mumbled a thank you, and walked away, the bear clutched tightly to his side. The world didn’t look brighter, but something had shifted.