Gemotions

The city noise was a relentless assault, a symphony of horns, sirens, and hurried footsteps. He walked through the crowd, a ghost among the living, unnoticed and unseen. The weight of the day, of the past, pressed heavily on his shoulders. He felt adrift, untethered, lost in a sea of indifference.

At a yard sale, nestled amongst a pile of forgotten treasures, was a bear. He recognized the stitched smile, the slightly lopsided ear. He remembered holding that bear tightly. It had been a symbol of comfort during a time when things were difficult. He bought the bear, clutching it to his chest as he walked away, a small, forgotten piece of himself restored.