Gemotions

The day felt flat to Chloe, like a deflated balloon. She’d dragged herself to the yard sale, hoping for… something. Anything to break the monotony. The bright colors, the chatter, the endless rows of discarded belongings, all felt dull and unappealing.

Her attention was captured by a small, forlorn-looking teddy bear. It sat on a rickety table, its fur matted and worn, its button eyes gone. Chloe knew. It was hers.

"How much?" she asked the elderly woman running the sale. Her voice was flat, even to her own ears. The woman, who seemed to sense her mood, smiled softly and said, "It's free, dear. It just needs a good home." Chloe took the bear. It was a comfort to hold.