Gemotions

The air crackled with the energy of haggling and the scent of freshly cut grass. Emily, usually content to let life drift by, found herself drawn to the jumble of items. It was a search for…something. She didn't know what. And there he was. Her old bear, Winston.

She had to have him. Her palms tingled as she examined him.

The owner, a young girl, smiled. "He's been waiting for you."

Those words struck a chord. After a short exchange of money, Emily was cradling the bear, the weight of him a comfort. A renewed sense of purpose seized her. The world seemed less gray, more full of potential. She decided on the spot: she would go for a hike, then bake a pie.