Gemotions

The hot sun beat down on Amelia as she stalked the yard sale, her gaze darting from table to table. There, under a faded canopy, sat a familiar face. It was Reginald, her childhood teddy bear, his fur matted and one ear half-detached. A thrill, a fierce and insistent pulse, ran through her. She felt like she could leap up and grab him.

"How much for the bear?" Amelia asked, her breath catching slightly. The man in charge, a stout fellow with a walrus mustache, shrugged. "A dollar. It's seen better days." A dollar! Amelia’s heart seemed to slam against her ribs. She couldn't see any other options. She had five dollars in her pocket, the rest could wait.

She paid for Reginald, her fingers trembling as she clutched him to her chest. She needed that bear. The other trinkets on display suddenly seemed insignificant, worthless. She had what she wanted.