Gemotions

The bright colors of the yard sale seemed to mock her. Everything felt too cheerful, too…wrong. She felt a simmering frustration, an undercurrent of tension that crackled beneath the surface.

Then, there. Amongst a pile of dusty toys, was a familiar face. Her dearest Rupert, the bear that always was there for her.

"How much for the bear?" She found her voice was a near whisper.

The woman running the sale squinted, peering at him. “A quarter.”

A quarter? He was priceless! She felt a surge of pure incredulity. She practically threw the coin at the woman, her hands trembling as she snatched the bear. He had to know how Rupert had ended up here.