Gemotions

"Oh, isn't that precious?" Eleanor's sister gushed, pointing to the drawing. A creature with a long neck and oversized feet, dancing alongside Eleanor's niece. Eleanor knew that creature. She knew it all too well. It was "Longlegs," her childhood companion.

Eleanor's throat constricted, making it hard to speak. She managed a weak smile.

She excused herself, claiming a headache. She needed to be somewhere where she could breathe. She went to the park and sat on a bench, staring blankly at the leaves on the trees.