Gemotions

The wind whipped at her hair as she perused the yard sale. Everything looked dull, meaningless. She felt like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap. She had come to find something, *anything*, to alleviate the pressure.

Then, there he was. Her childhood teddy bear. Mr. Snuggles. He looked smaller, somehow, less imposing than she remembered.

“How much is that bear?” Her tone was sharp, her voice louder than she intended.

The man, a portly fellow with a receding hairline, glanced up, a dismissive look on his face. “A dollar.”

A dollar? For years of comfort? For all the tears it had absorbed? He was a fool. She grabbed the bear, threw the dollar at him, and stormed off, the injustice of it all burning in her chest. She knew exactly who was responsible for the bear ending up here.